**"MESKI PROSES BERDARAH"**
[Verse 1]**
They only see my smile on screen,
Not the wounds I hide beneath this simple routine.
They say, “You’re lucky to be where you are,”
Not knowing I survived this week on instant noodles so far.
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### **\[Pre-Chorus]**
Many send prayers, “Hope you succeed,”
But no one asks, “Have you eaten today, indeed?”
Everyone craves the final shine,
But never sees the sweat behind the grind.
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### **\[Chorus]**
**Even if the journey bleeds...**
I won’t sell my pride for fleeting praise.
Even if the journey bleeds...
I’d rather fail with effort I raised,
Than beg for pity in desperate ways.
I’m no victim of fate—
I’m a warrior being shaped.
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### **\[Verse 2]**
My friends have cars, families, bright displays,
While I still ride a rusty bike through tiring days.
But I don’t carry shame in my lane,
Each mile is written in truth, not fame.
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### **\[Bridge]**
One day, the time will come—
I’ll smile, proud of what I’ve become.
And whisper,
“I once survived on leftover rice... now I own the granary of my life.”
[Outro]
To those who doubted and looked down—
Keep your insults; wear them like a crown.
I’m writing my legacy with every tear,
In ink made of grit, not fear.
