
Verse 1] I wrote my name in the ink of delay, Stalled out the sunrise and padded the gray. They begged for relief ā I offered a speech, Then recessed my soul far out of reach. [Chorus] š¶ I am the law that outlived its need, The vine that strangles the struggling seed. I sit on my throne of forgotten cries⦠My bones vote āno,ā while the nation dies. š¶ --- [Verse 2] I held the floor for seventeen days, Debating the rain while the city decays. I ghostwrote a bill with my name embossed, Then buried its hope beneath budget costs. [Chorus] š¶ I am the clause that swallows the page, The legacy inked in the blood of the wage. My portrait hangs in the hall of liesā Framed by applause, and a billion sighs. š¶ --- [Bridge ā Spoken, whispered like a confession into a mic] I never meant to stay this long⦠But the marble liked my name. The chamber echoed when I spoke, So I just⦠kept⦠speaking. --- [Verse 3] I cast my vote with a trembling hand, Still chasing applause I donāt understand. A monument built on an empty stageā My name is remembered. But not the wage. --- [Final Chorus ā Slower, like the breath is leaving his body] š¶ I am the past that wonāt step aside, The seat that groans āneath a nationās pride. I wrote a bill⦠and then wrote five more⦠But forgot what they were ever for. š¶ --- [Outro ā faint organ, strings fading like a funeral procession] So toll the bell in the chamber hall, Where ghosts in suits still heed the call⦠And whisper, proud, with their powdered bones: āMy legacy.ā

