[Solo Melancholy Piano Intro] (Instrumental playing softly) [Verse 1] [Soft Intimate Rap Vocals] [Sparse Piano Accompaniment] Yeah... 3 AM, the screen is glowing red again. Just watching it fall. Hundred messages on my phone, everyone is panicking Saying the bubble popped, the media is damaging Timeline full of fear, everybody screaming sell Watching my portfolio drop straight into hell I’m staring at the chart, coffee getting cold in my cup They ask me if I'm out, I tell 'em I am never giving up. [Pre-Chorus] [Building Intensity] [Strings and Bass Swelling] [Crescendo] They trade on their emotions, I'm just trading on the trust Hardware wallet in the dark, gathering the dust My fingers getting heavy, hovering above the line... But I've been through the fire, man, I know we'll be fine! [Chorus] [Beat Drop] [Heavy 808 Bass and Trap Drums] [Powerful Melodic Rap Vocals] So I keep these diamond hands, even when the market bleeds! Staring at the winter, planting digital seeds. Let the numbers crash down, let the weak ones walk away I am holding onto zero or I'm holding till it pays! Yeah, a hundred thousand voices telling me to let it go... But my hands are made of pressure, and the whole world's gonna know. Diamond hands. [Verse 2] [Beat strips back to Piano and Hi-Hats] [Faster Rap Flow] Waking up to liquidations, another platform gone Paper hands are folding, but the blockchain pushes on I remember the last cycle, I remember all the pain If you can't survive the winter, you don't get to see the gain Stacking up satoshis while the tourists leave the town I don't even check the price when everything is down. It's a lonely kind of feeling when you're swimming in the deep, But I made a promise to myself that I intend to keep. [Pre-Chorus] [Building Intensity] [Dramatic Crescendo] They trade on their emotions, I'm just trading on the trust Hardware wallet in the dark, gathering the dust My fingers getting heavy, hovering above the line... But I've been through the fire, man, I know we'll be fine! [Chorus] [Massive Beat Drop] [Emotional Chorus] So I keep these diamond hands, even when the market bleeds! Staring at the winter, planting digital seeds. Let the numbers crash down, let the weak ones walk away I am holding onto zero or I'm holding till it pays! Yeah, a hundred thousand voices telling me to let it go... But my hands are made of pressure, and the whole world's gonna know. Diamond hands. [Outro] [Beat Fades Out] [Return to Solo Piano] [Soft, Fading Vocals] Yeah, they told me let it go. But they don't know the vision. Diamond hands... Even in the red. [Piano slowly fades out to silence]
