Everybody Got Opinions

You wanted to talk? Good Pull up a chair You wanted answers? Good Sit your ass down Because I've got years of things people never let me finish saying Every time I opened my mouth Somebody interrupted Somebody explained me Somebody diagnosed me Somebody told me what I meant Somebody told me how I felt Somebody told me what happened Like they were there They weren't there You were not there None of you were But somehow all of you got opinions Everybody got a version Everybody got a theory Everybody got a story Funny thing is Half of those stories came from people who couldn't keep their own story straight You laugh? Good Let's start there That's the one that got my attention Not the insults Not the gossip The laugh Because that tells me everything You think this is entertainment You think this is content You think this is another comment section You think this is another joke It's easy to laugh when the pressure isn't sitting on your chest It's easy to laugh when you're not the one carrying it It's easy to laugh when you're watching from the outside Everybody brave from the cheap seats Everybody courageous when the consequences belong to somebody else Then come the experts I love the experts Everybody got a diagnosis Everybody got a solution Everybody got a speech prepared Everybody got advice Funny thing is None of them were there None of them saw the beginning None of them saw the buildup None of them saw the years They only saw the reaction Everybody studies the reaction Nobody studies the pressure Everybody studies the fire Nobody studies the smoke Everybody studies the collapse Nobody studies the weight Everybody wants to understand Santiago Without understanding a damn thing that built him Then you got the whisperers The private conversations The backstage philosophers The smiling faces The secret stories The people who got one version The people who got another version The people who think they know everything The people who don't even know they're hearing different stories Different room Different audience Different performance Everybody walks away thinking they got the truth That's the funny part Nobody compares notes Nobody asks questions Nobody checks the contradictions They just keep passing the story around And somehow I'm supposed to be surprised when everybody arrives at a different ending Then one day I looked around And somehow I became the villain That's my favorite chapter The part where everybody forgets the beginning The part where everybody forgets loyalty The part where everybody forgets effort The part where everybody forgets sacrifice The part where everybody forgets who stood there Who stayed there Who fought there Who carried things that weren't even theirs to carry Funny how memory works People remember the explosion People forget the fuse People remember the fire People forget the years of smoke And now we get to the important part You keep talking to Santi Santi isn't here That's the problem You keep arguing with a version that doesn't exist anymore You keep expecting patience from somebody who ran out of it You keep expecting softness from somebody who got tired of being stepped on You keep expecting explanations from somebody who spent years explaining Santi kept asking to be understood Santiago stopped asking That's the difference So laugh Mock Talk Trade stories Trade theories Trade opinions Do whatever you were going to do anyway But don't make the mistake of thinking I haven't been paying attention Don't make the mistake of thinking I don't see the patterns And don't make the mistake of thinking I'm still the same man Because while everybody was busy studying the reaction Something else was happening Something was being built And now? The meeting's over I said what I came to say ........ I thought that was the end Funny thing is It wasn't I was ready for war Then I was ready to fight Then I was ready to travel Then I was ready to confront Then I was ready to lose everything Then I realized nobody understood what was happening inside my head Then the Attacks started Then the rage got bigger Then the rage had nowhere to go Then I stopped recognizing myself The old version kept getting fed to wolves This version bites back Pressure pressure pressure Till the walls cracked Pressure pressure pressure Till the mind snapped Pressure pressure pressure Till the fuse burned through Now everybody looking shocked Like they don't know who lit it too Got something to say Lets Go Round 2 Once I get this rage off my chest I dont know what Will happen after Santiago