Silver Maneuver

[Verse 1] I came through shining like broken-up silver, Tongue too sharp, heart still a giver. They tried to bill her for every damn wound, But she paid in fire and walked out the room. Live her, don’t kill her, let that girl breathe, She’s been through storms you wouldn’t believe. Liver been filtering poison and pain, Still she turns dirt into roses again. Bill Burr mouth with the truth in my teeth, Laugh through the pressure, still land on my feet. Playing like Jalen Hurts, running that field, Took every hit and refused to yield. Sand spur stuck in the sole of my shoe, Future still calling like, “Baby, come through.” Manure on my name, but I made it a garden, Maneuver so smooth, even karma said “pardon.” [Hook] Silv-er on my spirit, gold in my veins, I made sense out the madness, made art out the pain. Live her, don’t dim her, she came from the sewer, Turned manure into roses with a future maneuver. Oh, they thought they’d bill her, But pain couldn’t kill her. Liver full of poison, Still shining like silv-er. [Verse 2] They said it’s hard to rhyme silver with liver, I said, “Hand me the beat, I’ll make the whole room quiver.” Live her like freedom, don’t cage what survived, She buried the old me and came back alive. Bill her for the labor, bill him for the nerve, Bill Burr with the punchline, Jalen with the curve. Hurts in my chest but I still make plays, I been dodging sand spurs for a thousand days. Future on my shoulder, past in the dirt, I learned how to bloom every time that it hurt. Manure in the garden, roots getting stronger, They thought I was finished—I lasted much longer. Maneuver through lies, through shade, through rumors, Healed in the mud like spiritual humor. Silver tongue glitter, but the soul stay pure, I’m the storm, the seed, and the damn cure. [Hook] Silv-er on my spirit, gold in my veins, I made sense out the madness, made art out the pain. Live her, don’t dim her, she came from the sewer, Turned manure into roses with a future maneuver. Oh, they thought they’d bill her, But pain couldn’t kill her. Liver full of poison, Still shining like silv-er. [Bridge / Cypher Break] Live her — let her breathe. Liver — filter grief. Silv-er — split the shine, Two syllables, still mine. Future — she can see it. Manure — she can seed it. Maneuver — she can weave it. Say it twice if they don’t believe it. [Final Hook] Silv-er on my spirit, gold in my veins, I made sense out the chaos, made rhythm from chains. Live her, don’t kill her, that girl is the future, Turned manure into roses with a holy maneuver. They said, “That won’t work.” I said, “Baby, I’m smoother.” I don’t run from the dirt— I make the whole damn field bloom newer.