I learned early how to balance On a wire made of doubt Every truth’s got a fracture Every scream finds a mouth They say pick a side, draw a line Make it simple, make it clean But the blade cuts both directions In the space between Hands stained with intention Not quite guilt, not quite free Every choice leaves a residue Clinging back to me I’m living in the grey Where the answers decay No saints, no sinners Just the price that we pay I’m living in the grey Where the right turns to wrong Hold your fire, bite your tongue This is where I belong Built a spine out of compromise Called it wisdom, called it age Every promise bends eventually Under pressure, under wage They preach light like it’s painless Like it doesn’t cast a cost But illumination shows you Everything you’ve lost I don’t kneel to your certainty I don’t trust your decree If the world’s black and white Why does it look like me? I’m living in the grey Where the answers decay No crowns, no gallows Just the games that we play I’m living in the grey Hear the static in my name Not innocent, not ashamed Just awake to the blame Draw the borders Burn the maps Sell conviction By the gram Truth fractures under handling When it’s forced into a plan I’ve seen mercy weaponized I’ve seen justice blink Watched the purest hands hesitate Before they sink Measure me By what I carry Not the flags I wave Every scar’s a referendum On the life I saved I’m living in the grey Let it crawl, let it stay No absolution coming No debt washed away I’m living in the grey Where the knife learns to weigh Every moment I delay Every word I don’t say So don’t ask me for a verdict Don’t ask me to agree I’ve made my home in the tension Between what is And what should be
