Intro "I ain’t ask for permission. I ain’t wait for a lane. I built this from scratch—with heat, with pain." Verse 1 I don’t owe the world no watered-down grace, I speak from the grind, not a polished place. I built this voice from the heat and the chase, From the nights I bled just to feed my base. I ain’t here to beg for a seat at the feast, I cook my own plate, I don’t need the priest. I walk through fire with a Southern crease, My silence louder than your loudest piece. I got kids to raise and a queen to hold, I got dreams that don’t fit your mold. I got scars that ain’t never been told, And a soul too rich to be bought or sold. Hook (Melinoe) No apologies for the way I move, For the love I give, for the pain I prove. I don’t shrink for rooms that don’t fit truth, I was born to rise, not beg for proof. Verse 2 I don’t just grind—I archive the soul, I stitch every scar into verses I hold. I cook for the table, but I feed the fold, I’m teachin’ my kids how to walk through cold. I speak for the ones who ain’t got no stage, Who write their worth on a workweek page. Who hold their pride in a quiet rage, And still show love when the world disengage. I ain’t perfect, but I’m built to last, I walk with ghosts from a Southern past. I talk with tone that the fake won’t grasp, And I move with grace that the real broadcast. Bridge (Melinoe + Child Voice) If I never get crowned, I still wore the weight. If they never applaud, I still showed up straight. If they never rewind, I still sealed my fate. I was never for sale—I was born to create. “Daddy, I see you.” Hook (Melinoe – Repeat) No apologies for the way I move, For the love I give, for the pain I prove. I don’t shrink for rooms that don’t fit truth, I was born to rise, not beg for proof. Outro (Crazynapz – spoken) "I’m a father, a husband, a voice, a flame. No apologies. Just legacy in my name."
