Yeah… They love to kick you when you down, huh? Four walls closing in like a fist, Same damn room but I’m sick of this. Call it home but it feel like a cell, Every night got a story to tell. They said I’m nothing, said I’m trash, Tried to bury me under that laugh. Smiled in my face, stabbed in my back, Now they wonder why I snap like that. Rain hit the roof but it sound like war, Dreams still pacing across that floor. You ever feel like you breathe too loud? "Like even silence judging you now?" Yeah I got kicked... I got up. Yeah I got lost... I got tough. When the days ain’t on your side, You either break… or you rise. So let ‘em talk, let ‘em stare, I survived what they can’t bear. They said I’d fall, said I’d fold... Now I’m pressure turning into gold. You call me trash? Watch me burn. Watch me build from what I earn. If home’s a cage, I bend the chrome... I don’t need your throne. Late nights pacing like a beast, Feeding on doubt, no inner peace. Lost things I can’t replace, But I ain’t losing my place. You don’t know the weight I lift, Carrying scars like they gifts. Every insult fuel the flame, Every setback build my name. You ever get pushed so far you laugh? That cold kind, that aftermath. That moment when it finally click. “I’m done being your target, I’m the trigger now.” Kick me again... I won’t move. Call me trash... I’ll improve. Block my way... I break through. You built a fighter, that’s on you. Let ‘em talk, let ‘em doubt, I done lived what they talk about. From the coldest room I’ve grown, Now the storm inside my tone. They tried to lock me in that zone, Turned that cage into my throne. Loneliest place was home... Now I own it. I own it. I own it. Turned that cage into my throne! Yeah… I own it. I own it. I own it. I own-own-own-own it. (I own it.) Yeah... I own it!
