[Intro] Yeah… Ain’t nobody asked for this menu. World just set the table and told us to eat. So pick your poison. Or starve. R’s up. --- [Verse 1] They don’t pour clean cups where I come from, Pick your poison or go without one. Life deal hands with a crooked grin, Every option burn, still gotta choose then. I learned early there ain’t no exit sign, Just doors that charge you peace or time. You take one sip, feel it crawl inside, That’s the moment where the weak decide. Some fold quick, say, “This ain’t fair,” Some choke once and never come back there. Me? I stayed till my throat went numb, Let the bitter turn my lungs to drums. Every loss left a taste I hate, But I kept drinking till it recalibrated fate. What was venom turned discipline, What was pain turned dividends. I didn’t ask for the cup. I didn’t ask for the burn. But once it touched my lips, I made the poison learn. --- [Hook — Spoken/Rap] Festival of poisons— no good choice. Only bad roads with a louder voice. You can quit, you can break, or you can grow. Every sip hurt, but it taught me control. Festival of poisons— this the test. Survive the worst, you earn the rest. I ain’t blessed. I was pressure-grown. I didn’t dodge the poison. I made it home. --- [Verse 2] World don’t care if you ready or not, It pours regret in the cup you got. Says, “Pick one,” then laughs when you stall, Like the lesson was never the drink at all. I seen good people rot from regret, Choking on choices they never met. I seen monsters born from the same damn brew, Difference was who stayed true. You think strength come from clean success? Nah, it comes from surviving the mess. From swallowing nights you don’t wanna recall, And still standing when the sun comes raw. I ain’t proud of every poison I drank, I’m proud I learned how to move without flinchin’. I don’t glamorize scars or pain, I just won’t pretend they came in vain. Every bitter little lesson left a mark in my chest. Some taught restraint. Some taught threat. Some taught silence. Some taught rage. Some taught King Koff how to walk through a cage. --- [Hook — Spoken/Rap] Festival of poisons— no good choice. Only bad roads with a louder voice. You can quit, you can break, or you can grow. Every sip hurt, but it taught me control. Festival of poisons— this the test. Survive the worst, you earn the rest. I ain’t blessed. I was pressure-grown. I didn’t dodge the poison. I made it home. --- [Bridge] Some people pray for a different fate. Some wait by doors that never break. Me? I walked through what was handed down, and learned how to breathe when the air turned brown. Poison don’t kill you if you listen close. It shows you what you value most. --- [Verse 3] Now I move calm where others tense, Same poisons, different consequence. What used to shake me don’t shake me now, I been through worse than the here-and-now. I don’t fear bad choices, I assess, Know which ones sharpen, which ones suppress. I don’t chase clean wins or perfect lanes, I mastered walking through discomfort sane. They say, “How you so steady in the storm?” Cause I drank rain when it wasn’t warm. I don’t panic when the options thin, I was trained by discipline. King Koff ain’t crowned by ease or praise, I earned my seat through the worst of days. Festival of poisons? I know the route. I don’t just survive it. I guide you out. But understand me clear, I ain’t selling hope. I’m handing you the same cup and teaching you to cope. No clean road. No soft voice. Just poisoned truth and a harder choice. --- [Final Hook — Spoken/Rap] Festival of poisons— this how it go. World gives you hell, then asks what you know. You can fold, you can fade, or you can evolve. Every toxin a lesson if you resolve. Festival of poisons— I passed the test. Didn’t dodge the pain. I digested stress. I don’t fear the cup. I don’t fear the choice. I mastered the poison. Now I speak with its voice. --- [Outro] Yeah… The world don’t give clean paths. It gives pressure. It gives hunger. It gives poison. What you do with it? That’s the crown. King Koff. R’s up.
