They speak of shadows, of empty chairs and vacant spaces, A narr

They speak of shadows, of empty chairs and vacant spaces, A narrative spun, etched deep in forgotten places. Whispers of absence, a lie they try to sell, But the truth, it lives deeper, a story we must tell. Beyond the headlines, past the screens that distort, There's a foundation laid, a love that won't abort. A silent battle fought, against the weight of years, For a presence denied, through laughter and through tears. This ain't just a song, it's a testament, a plea, To shatter the illusion, for the world to truly see.   (Verse 1 - B**t picks up, a determined march, raw and narrative, blending Tupac's honesty with Kendrick's intricate storytelling.) Remember the grind, sun up 'til the streetlights fade, Every dime stretched, every sacrifice made. Building from dust, with a vision in my head, Pouring my spirit, so my children would be fed. Took a concept, nurtured it from barren ground, Lost my own livelihood, without a single sound.   Carried the burden, paid the bills from my own hand, Drove for hours, just to make sure they'd understand.   Promises whispered, of fifty-fifty shares, Then the rug pulled, caught in financial snares. Liquidated assets, watched my own reserves deplete, Just to keep the dream breathing, on this one-way street.   A love so pure, treated like a business deal, Exploited and drained, but the purpose remained real. Trying to build a future, a shield against the storm, Protecting my offspring, keeping my family warm. This economic struggle, ain't just about the bread, It's a f***t for dignity, for what my ancestors bled. A constant push against systems designed to hold us low, But a father's protection, makes the seeds of purpose grow.   (Chorus - B**t swells, powerful and emotional, an anthem of unwavering presence, blending Will Smith's heartfelt bond with Tupac's appreciative depth.) I'm the anchor, through the tempest and the tide, Always present, standing firmly by your side. They say we're missing, but the data te