[Intro]
Staff lights glare on chrome and glass, a city breathes in greed's fast pace
I walk the edge where numbers shout, and doubt wears a tailored face
[Verse 1]
In the corridors of profit, I hear a whisper dressed in gold
They count my worth by what I own, but my heart won’t bend, won’t fold
The street drums tell a different truth, of kin and pride and names held true
I trace my roots through crowded lanes, where mothers hum old tunes anew
[Pre-Chorus]
They offer cars, they offer crowns, they offer a reflected sky
But I hold my chin, I draw my line, I won’t trade truth for a lie
[Chorus]
I refuse the price of praise from coins that burn and fade
I choose the quiet fire inside, where authentic fires blaze
If wealth calls out my name, I won’t hear what it’s saying
I stand my ground, I keep my faith, my dignity staying
[Verse 2]
A hinge moment in the rain of status and chrome
A cousin’s smile asking for favors, a cousin’s voice saying,
