[Intro] Curtain up, no borrowed lines, I built this from the floor Ink stains on the gavel, hear the hinges on the door [Verse 1] One chance, one page, I turn pressure into proof Boots scrape the courthouse steps, thunder underneath the roof I came from a workshop where the needle met the hide Now every bar is hand-stitched, every weakness cut aside No throne in my vision, just a chair I had to weld I made a map from broken glass and marched across the field Critics throw their paper stones, I answer with a wall Then carve my name in copperplate above the wreckage all I speak in hard angles, every sentence leaves a mark A black coat in the daylight, carrying a private spark The crowd wants easy answers, I return a loaded case With evidence in every breath and gravel in my bass [Chorus] Raise the curtain, clear the floor I brought thunder to the door No borrowed crown, no rented name I write the verdict, sign the flame Raise the curtain, hear it pound Whole room shaking from the sound If the world is built on doubt I bring the hammer, knock it out [Verse 2] Who knocks? It’s the last one standing, coat soaked in the rain Dragging every failed attempt behind me like a chain I turn a cheap insult into architecture and steel Then make the loudest doubter watch the blueprint become real My pen moves like a switchblade, clean line, sudden turn Every bridge I cross behind me is a lesson left to burn I don’t need a borrowed legend, I can forge my own disguise With a jester’s grin, a judge’s stare, and winter in my eyes The room goes still when I arrive, the ceiling starts to bow I’ve been rehearsing for this moment since the basement taught me how No funeral for yesterday, no monument to fear I put the past beneath the floor and make the future hear [Bridge] Stamp the page, seal the case Let the drums decide the pace Every scar becomes a crest Every setback fails the test [Chorus] Raise the curtain, clear the floor I brought thunder to the door No borrowed crown, no rented name I write the verdict, sign the flame Raise the curtain, hear it pound Whole room shaking from the sound If the world is built on doubt I bring the hammer, knock it out [Outro] Lights fade, ink dries, but the sentence still rings No borrowed past, just the weight of the things I bring
