Verse 1: Drty Yea welcome back to the brain where the lights flicker Where the voices paint pictures with a knifes whisper I aint depression Im the landlord of your rigor Charge rent in regrets make your heartbeat quicker I’m the glitch in your grace I’m the stain in your soul Write graffiti on your thoughts like Im tagging control If peace had a price Id be taxing the toll Then break the bridge it connects to the soul I turn breakdowns to blueprints breakdowns to weapons Every tear becomes a timestamp this is my confession Your mind is a crime scene I chalking up the lessons Turn your hope into smoke i aint worried bout intentions You call it falling down but i watch the spirit distort this is warfare so you better build your spirit a fort We aint meeting half way I'm the voice in your thoughts Even silence fears me yeah I trained it to talk Verse 2: Ronin Look Im the calm that he kills when he catches you slipping The voice of reason he buries when your sanity is dripping He paints nightmares on purpose I just redraw the vision Tryna separate the trauma from the truth thats he spitting He calls the chaos a kingdom But that thrones a facade A crown forged from breaks that aint a reign its a scar He moves your fear and beats you down Feet stuck in the tar Im the logic in the layers he keeps twisting it apart The calm hand steady writing while hes ripping the chart He turns shadows into shackles calls the suffering art I call it sabotage just another murder at heart So where you going we aint even reaching the start Hook Two voices in a cage and we both got keys But one door leads to war and the other to peace And the sick part Both roads look the same when youre weak Thats the game when your demons learn to whisper like me Verse 3: Drty You want truth I been home in your hurt since day one Turn your doubts into drums make your fear go numb If hopes a loaded gun, I steal every last round Leave you clicking at the trigger with no echoing sound Im the reason you pace floors till the carpets confess Turn the mirror to a crime scene Whos that mess You aint battle depression You just bench-pressed stress And I spot every rep til you crumble from the press Im the static in your veins when your heart wont rest The voice that says Fail before you try your best Im the ghost in the room when your dreams get undressed Turn your wins into whispers And your peace into pests Verse 4: Ronin I aint your mirror Im the microscope on the truth The compass in the chaos he keeps selling as proof Hes the wildfire Im the last dropon the roof Fighting flames with focus while hes burning the booth He makes comfort out of torment like a scholar of scars Turns the pain into a playlist calls the bruises memoirs But being fluent in misery doesnt make you that smart It just means you learned to worship what was never your god Im the voice that dont fold even when you break down The surgeon with the scalpel when your thoughts go loud He plays king in the chaos I pull kingdoms from the ground Turn the carnage into caution Turn the fear into a sound Hook Yeah Im shadowboxing in the silence Punching holes into the dark One voice bleeds violence One voice bleeds heart Two sides of the same soul tearing one mind apart This war aint outside Its an inside art. Two voices in a cage and we both got keys But one door leads to war and the other to peace And the sick part Both roads look the same when youre weak Thats the game when your demons learn to whisper like me
