[Verse] I show up late with the takeout and a fresh page Phone on silent, still the whole room feel the bass wave Kitchen light buzz, I’m pacing like I know the route Two cups on the table, one cold, one I forgot to pour out I’m talking real stuff, not the version I rehearse Bills in the backpack, sneakers with the dirt Mom used to say, “Move clean, don’t beg the curb” So I keep my head up even when the day get blurred Clock keeps ticking, I don’t fake that I’m fine I write it how it hits me, one line at a time No gloss, no mask, just a dent in the door And I’m still knocking harder than I ever did before
