Я Стал Тем, Кто Я Есть

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I didn't fall from the sky or get here through connections, I walked my own road through blood
In basements and shadows, where the law rules all, I survived alone and became hard as concrete
I became who
I am, I sold neither my honor nor my cross
Through pain, through darkness and fear — I got back up and walked through the ashes
I became who
I am, I cast my cross from bullets
My path was sharp as a knife — But
I breathed truth, not lies
Knives in my back, and eyes cold as glass, Fate whispered to me:
“Trust no one.”
I wear my scars like medals, This chest has been pierced by bullets