BLUEPRINT WITH BLOOD ON IT (Uncolonized Perception Remix) (UV.exe) 🜃 🜁🜂🜄

[Verse 1] I laid the plans down clean on the table, Lines like veins from the root to the cradle. You stared like truth was a foreign tongue, Said you loved the vision but your hands stayed numb. I gave structure to a world that was breaking, You called it prison while the ground was shaking. [Pre-Chorus] This ain’t a theory, this is muscle and scar, I built a future while you waited for stars. [Chorus] I put the blueprint with blood on it right at your door, You said it looked like a cage, I said it looked like a cure. Now you’re asking for a miracle, knees to the floor, But the hourglass shattered and we don’t get “tomorrow” no more. [Verse 2] You loved the poetry, feared the precision, Called me tyrant for having a vision. You want freedom with no architecture, You want flight with no bones in the vector. The world don’t bend for the ones who sleep, It bends for the ones who sow then reap. [Bridge] I didn’t come here to worship delay, I didn’t fight to be told “one day.” If love means waiting for your permission, Then love was just another prison. [Chorus] I put the blueprint with blood on it right at your door, You said it looked like a cage, I said it looked like a cure. You wanted open skies but you feared the floor, Now the runway’s gone and we don’t get “tomorrow” no more. [Verse 3 – Rap] You want vision but you duck the burn, Want the crown, but not the turn. Spoke in dreams while I carved the ground, I laid the stone—you loved the sound. You lit sage, I lit the forge, You left when truth crossed the gorge. I held the line when the veil turned red, You waited for gods—I chose to rise instead. You chant “freedom” like it buys you time, But time don’t wait for a passive spine. What’s a dream with no grind, no weight? Just a whisper drowned by fate. [Breakdown] You want a world that heals itself? Then build, or move, or get off the shelf. Every promise that dies in delay Is a fire that starves in the light of day. [Outro] Blueprint, backbone, flame in hand, I’m not waiting for you to understand. Time ain’t a threat — it’s the cost of war, And we don’t get “tomorrow” anymore.