“Good‑Faith Noise” Verse 1 I put it in writing, again and again, About the animal waste in the grass, the nights without rest. I asked real polite, kept my tone clean, Just wanted a place that was safe to be in. They say don’t complain, don’t rock the boat, But the law says different, let me quote: You can’t punish truth, you can’t call it a crime When I’m asking for livable space and time. Pre‑Chorus You can’t scare me quiet, can’t twist the blame, Can’t turn my rights into some dirty game. Chorus You can’t retaliate for a good‑faith sound, For a life, for a health, for solid ground. Can’t threaten the door, can’t change the rules, Can’t punish me for using tools. If my voice was a factor, that’s all it takes— Motivating reason, no smoke, no fakes. Verse 2 Intimidation in a manager’s tone, Selective rules, like I’m standing alone. Ignored every letter, then suddenly me— I’m the problem now, conveniently. They say “the act” like it’s something severe, But raising my voice ain’t violence, dear. Frustration speaks when silence is fed, After months of being politely unread. Pre‑Chorus You don’t get a crown, you don’t get a pass, Yelling cuts both ways through cheap office glass. Chorus You can’t retaliate for a good‑faith sound, For quiet enjoyment breaking down. Can’t rewrite history, can’t edit the tape, Can’t frame my reaction as my escape. If my complaint lit the fuse you hate, That’s retaliation, sealed by date. Bridge If you only record my side of the storm, If you poke till I crack, then call it “unformed,” Courts see patterns, not just one shout, They smell deflection when truth’s locked out. Outro I’ll stay professional, I’ll stand my ground, With documents stacked and the law unfound. I didn’t ask for a fight or a crown— Just a livable home, and I wrote it down.
