30 for 30, mirror cracked in thirty ways,
each shard a year I gave away.
K-dot whisper—count the scars like rings,
bark still bleeding, still tryna sing.
I traded halos for hotel keys,
he traded verses for inner peace.
Ocean lungs, tide pulling out the truth:
love was practice, never proof.
Thirty rounds, thirty cries,
still we rise, baptized in rewind.