[Verse 1] Last year of the master’s, USC on the grind Electrical engineering, JPL in my mind Filled out the forms, hit submit, thought I was clean Then the background check hit like a loaded machine No gang ties, no records, no family in the mix But they saw the last name and the zip and they flinched Cousin, uncle, whatever—they stretched the whole net Looked at me and decided I was already a threat [Chorus] I was already there, my name was on the page No sirens in my past, no reason for the cage They kept spinning circles on a life they never read While I was trying to build the thing I said I’d build instead They saw a last name and a code, made a case in their head I had the degree, the work, the stamp they said they wanted But they moved the line the second it got to me Like success was fine… just not with my face attached [Verse 2] Then you heard about the herbs—not oregano, not thyme Cannabis tucked quiet in a hidden little climb Alarms went off in your head, you ran straight to the threat Told my parents we’d lose the house, jail if I got wet Your solution to stop a possible felony? Commit a few of your own and call it “protecting me” Broke into my room, ripped the plants out by the root Left a broken wooden nameplate like a middle-finger salute Stole the notebook full of songs I’d carved by hand and skill Ruined the ’96 computer—three grand, now it’s still Never worked again after you tried to force the pass Then you hid the evidence in the garage like it would last [Bridge] Years later I found them—Rick’s face, then yours You jumped out of bed yelling “NOOO—not the garage!” Plants in your space prove the story you spun The songs are still mine, every line, every one [Final Chorus / Outro] Blue Drop Underground is a fraud built on theft Intellectual property stolen while I was left Conspiracy, break-in, destruction—the proof is clear The real criminal’s the one who lived in fear I was already there… Name on the page… No reason for the cage… And you still tried to bury me anyway I pity the fool who thought they could take what I made And call it their own when the roots still remain.
