I came in with dust on my hands. Still
made the room look clean. You talk big,
but your hands stay still. My move like
they got a need.
Mama said don't beg for a lane, so I cut
one in my sleep. Now they clap when I
walk through like they knew me from the
street.
I got scars on the inside. Smile like I
don't feel none.
Every bill got a deadline. Every wing
got a shadow.
I've been up when the phone died. Still
I found me awake.
If the door got a heavy chain. I learned
to work the frame.
Look at me now. I'm not coming down. Hit
that sound. That's my name in the crowd.
One shot, one chance. I don't waste
that. When I step in the light, I'm
going to get payback.