(Track Title: My Curse (The Burden)) (Beat drops - slow, heavy, industrial. A distorted, haunting synth melody loops. Distant, echoing percussion. The beat feels like a pounding heart.) (Intro - spoken, raw, over the bare beat) Yeah. They see the chair. They don't see the war. Check the pulse. But never check the score. Aight. (Verse 1) The door a metaphor that's always closin' in my face They said "we got you" but they vanished without a trace Hear the engine purr, another plan I ain't included in A ghost in my own home, just me and the medicine They pick the teams, I'm always the last name that they skip Starin' at a ceiling, makin' bargains with the drip The family tree got roots, but my branch is lookin' weak They speak in hushed tones 'bout the future that I seek A problem to be managed, not a person with a soul An empty plate at Christmas, just a story going cold. (Chorus - more melodic, but pained) This my curse, my burden, the weight they never feel The invisible man in a world that's made of steel Always the option that they quickly learn to lose The one they never pick, the one they never choose And they don't see the battle every time I try to wake The mountain that I climb with every single breath I take They. Just. Don't. Know. (Verse 2) Broken I came, broken I go, that's the intro to my chapter Tossed into the game knowin' only L's and rapture Shattered in place, body and mind, a prison made of skin Spirit in a million bits, like I stepped on a grenade within They built a world of stairs and never handed me a ramp Then wonder why my spirit's cold, my inner fire's damp An exhibit A for pity, a statistic for the docs A living, breathing proof that their foundation's built on rocks My love was an inconvenience, my needs an angry chore A reminder of a fragility they're runnin' from the door. (Chorus) This my curse, my burden, the weight they never feel The invisible man in a world that's made of steel Always the option that they quickly learn to lose The one they never pick, the one they never choose And they don't see the battle every time I try to wake The mountain that I climb with every single breath I take They. Just. Don't. Know. (Bridge - beat strips back to just the kick and a cold synth pad) They offer prayers like pennies to this well that's runnin' dry Their "love" was conditional, a convenient lie They see the mechanics, not the man inside the machine They paint a smile on a face that only wants to scream I'm a museum of their guilt, a relic of their fear They visit once a year, then quickly disappear. (Verse 3 - flow intensifies, more aggressive) So I talk to God in Morse code through the twitch inside my hand Tryna build a kingdom on this unforgiving sand The mirror's a liar, shows a vessel cracked and frail But the will inside could make a weaker universe prevail I'm the seed they left on concrete, expected not to grow But even in the darkness, there's a frequency I know I'm the truth they can't acknowledge, the cost they can't afford The silent, screaming testament to broken oaths and swords I am the fight at dawn, the grunt they never hear The culmination of a suffocating fear. (Outro - beat slows, deteriorates into glitches and the original drone) My curse. My burden to hold. In a story already told. Broken I came… (Aight…) Broken I go… (They don't see…) Just to wake up… (Every day…) Just… to… wake… up… (Beat fades into a final, cold, empty static hum.)
