[Intro – Spoken] They say settle down, calm it out, But some of us got fire that won’t drown. No handshake, no olive branch Only the sound of fists on the ground. [Verse 1] The room fills with silence sharper than knives, Nobody blinking, everybody alive. You can feel the weight in the air, The pulse in your chest says, “Don’t you dare.” This ain’t the time for bridges or peace treaties, This is the moment steel meets flesh, Concrete remembers, streets keep secrets, And the walls stay stained when the night is fresh. [Chorus] We don’t shake hands here, We swing ‘til the blood dries clear. No forgiveness in the bones, Only echoes of a warzone. We don’t shake hands here, Every scar’s another souvenir. No mercy in the song, Only fighting when the night drags on. [Verse 2] You can talk love, you can sing hope, But I’ve seen too many choke on that rope. Every promise broken, every vow a lie, Every dream ended with a fist in the eye. What good’s a prayer when the teeth hit the curb? What good’s respect when the anger’s preserved? This world don’t bend for the gentle and kind, It breaks ‘em in half, leaves ‘em trailing behind. [Bridge – Slow, Drawn Out] No leaders, no teachers, no truce at the table, Only fists for the gospel, only pain in the fable. If peace is a myth, then I’ll burn that book, Every page ripped out, every corner shook. I got no anthem for the crowd to sing, Just the sound of a jaw when the bones give in. [Verse 3] Streetlights flicker like warning signs, Every step closer erases the lines. You ain’t my brother, you ain’t my friend, You’re the storm I was born to meet at the end. We don’t count losses, we don’t count wins, Only bruises that remember where the story begins. This ain’t unity, this ain’t calm, This is fury written down like a psalm. [Final Chorus – Extended] We don’t shake hands here, We swing ‘til the blood dries clear. No forgiveness in the bones, Only echoes of a warzone. We don’t shake hands here, Every scar’s another souvenir. No mercy in the song, Only fighting when the night drags on, And on, And on… [Outro – Spoken, fading] So if you came looking for peace, you came wrong. This is where the fists talk, Where the rage writes the song.
