Cut

No smooth lines. No more bait. Step on in. Way too late. Boots hit hard on cold ground. Counting yards, don't turn around. Metal taste from words bit back. Went too long about to crack. No fake calm. No clean page. I said it all. Unlocked the cage. I cut... Cut through the lies and spite. Make that move... Hold the line... We crash... No bowing down right now. Make it count. Hold your ground... I was built in the pressure, bred in the wait. Every second I paid with a piece of my face. Talk cheap, I don’t buy what the mouth wanna sell. I been boxed in corners, learned how to excel. I don’t chase, I advance, I adapt, I attack. Every loss left a map, I just followed it back. From the floor to the frame where the limits all bend. I don’t fold, I reload, then I fire again. Talk big, but it’s hollow, all bark, no weight. I carve paths out of walls you just circle and hate. Every bar got a scar, every breath got a cost. I don’t fear being found, I been ready to be lost. I burn my own path while you wait in the mist. Every hit I take turns a weakness to fist. No chains hold me down, I break every lock. I rise from the edges while the world just mocks. I cut... Cut through the lies and spite. Make that move... Hold the line... We come... Against the earth no second phase. Make it count. Hold your ground... Just loud grit and fate. Just loud grit and fate.