# Baggage Claim [Cold Open — Conveyor belt starts] Round and round, The old lies go. Just because they carry my name Doesn’t mean they’re mine to own. [Verse 1] They gave me bags before I walked, Packed them years before I came— Filled with fear and borrowed guilt, Then tied them to my name. Some were packed by family. Some by preachers, schools, and pain. Some by people handing down The shit they couldn’t explain. Now I’m standing under hard white lights, Watching every suitcase pass— Deciding what belongs to me And what belongs back in the past. [Pre-Chorus] Not every burden is an heirloom. Not every label knows my name. Not every accusation Deserves to leave the baggage claim. [Chorus] At the baggage claim— Let the carousel spin. I’ll take the hard-won truth With my fingerprints. Your fear ain’t mine. Your shame can keep its name. I’ll leave the lies going round and round At the baggage claim. Baggage claim! I know what I’ll retain. I’ll carry what is true And leave the rest without my name. [Verse 2] I unzip every accusation, Separate opinion from the proof. Not every wound defines me. Not every comfort is the truth. I won’t keep what feels the sweetest. I’ll keep what stands inside the flame. Truth can cut and still be mine. Lies can soothe and wear my name. Every belief gets an inspection. Every certainty gets weighed. If it cannot face a question, It doesn’t make it through the gate. [Pre-Chorus] I am not denying history. I am choosing what it means. I can claim the lesson Without carrying the scene. [Chorus] At the baggage claim— Let the carousel spin. I’ll take the hard-won truth With my fingerprints. Your fear ain’t mine. Your shame can keep its name. I’ll leave the lies going round and round At the baggage claim. [Verse 3] My beliefs are written in pencil. Every answer gets a trial. I’ll erase what can’t survive the facts And redraw another mile. I can honor every yesterday Without dragging every chain. I can keep the strength it gave me And refuse to keep the pain. [Bridge — Stripped down] I did not pack these bags. I do not owe them space. I do not have to carry Every lie that knows my face. No receipt is needed. No apology to make. If it doesn’t bear my fingerprints— It isn’t mine to take. [Final Chorus] At the baggage claim— Let the whole thing spin. I’ll take the brutal truth Before a comfortable pretend. Your fear ain’t mine. Your guilt can keep its name. I’ll leave the dead weight going round At the baggage claim. Baggage claim! This is where I break the chain. I’ll carry what is true— And leave the rest To circle back again. [Outro — Conveyor fades] Round and round, The old lies go. I watched them pass. I let them go.
