[Verse 1] Black coat on my back, Baltimore in my mouth. Then the world split open and dumped me south of doubt. No harbor. No skyline. Just mud, crowns, and smoke. I woke in Red Rose country with a map and a choke. [Verse 2] Now I'm counting the ridges, the carts, the wells, the roads. Lancaster by the banner, and every lane has bones. I read the field like scripture, I read the field like sin. If York wants a clean ending, I know where cracks begin. [Pre-Chorus] Patrician, come closer. Tell me where to cut. Which bridge makes them panic? Which gate seals them up? I can smell their fear now through the stone and rain. Pick the vein you want open, then I make it rain. [Chorus] Red Rose, red rose, mark the throat. Red Rose, red rose, watch them fold. Say the word, I strike the road. Red Rose, red rose, hold me to it. [Verse 3] We got a cave as a command room, torch smoke on the wall. Your zombies at the mouth, still, patient, tall. I lay tokens like bodies across the ash and grit. Each move is a funeral, and I design the fit. [Rapped] Patrician of Darkness, you the king of the dead, leader of that deck with the grave in its head. So tell me plain, where do we bleed them first? At the ford? At the chapel? At the wagon line's worst? [Pre-Chorus] [Rapped] If we hit the west track, they'll rush the east. If we poison their water, their courage will leak. I know Baltimore cruelty, I know what men fear. But England taught me deeper: make the wound appear. [Chorus] Red Rose, red rose, mark the throat. Red Rose, red rose, watch them fold. Say the word, I strike the road. Red Rose, red rose, hold me to it. [Bridge] I am not their myth. I'm the wrong side of time. A black-clad ghost in a crown war, drawing lines in grime. Let York pray to morning. Let bells ring clean. I move in the cave's pulse, cold and unseen. [Breakdown] [Rapped] Point me at the weak wall. Point me at the ledge. Point me at the bridgehouse with the splintered edge. I don't need glory. I need them split apart. One good cut in the dark and the kingdom starts. [Final Chorus] Red Rose, red rose, mark the throat. Red Rose, red rose, watch them fold. Say the word, I strike the road. Red Rose, red rose, hold me to it. [Outro] Patrician, nod once. I know what to do. The cave keeps our secret. The red keeps us true.
