Proof In Colors
Funny.
Same face.
Same number.
Same fucking name.
Nobody saw me yesterday.
Something worked— now everybody came.
Back when every plan was stupid,
every dream was “good luck,
man.”
Messages stayed unanswered.
Nobody asked what I had planned.
I could disappear for weeks
and nobody would notice shit.
Then one number started climbing— now everybody
always knew I'd hit.
Nothing changed overnight
except what you think I'm worth.
Amazing how success can make an invisible man appear.
You see me now.
Look at that. Suddenly we're going way back.
Suddenly you always believed.
Suddenly you knew I had that.
You see me now.
Everybody wants a seat.
Funny how nobody knew my name
when there was nothing they could get from me.
Now it's “Brother, how you been?” Now it's “We should build something.”
Now the people who went silent got a hundred things to bring.
“You remember when we—”
No.
Actually, I remember when you didn't.
I remember empty rooms.
I remember talking about the future
while you looked straight through me.
Success has got a funny filter.
Makes old strangers look like friends.
Everybody loves the beginning
once they already know how the story ends.
You see me now.
Perfect timing.
Now the phone won't stop lighting.
Now I'm funny. Now I'm brilliant.
Now my crazy ideas are exciting.
You see me now.
Come pretend we always clicked.
Everybody loves a winner.
Nobody wants to watch the bastard getting built.
Here's what fucks with me:
Maybe some of them mean it.
Maybe success didn't make them fake.
Maybe it just made me visible.
But where were all these conversations when there was nothing
next to my name?
That's the part nobody likes saying.
People don't always notice potential.
They notice proof.
And once you've got enough proof—
they rewrite
how they remember you.
You see me now.
Yeah.
Everybody fucking does.
Now the same things that made me crazy
are the reasons you show me love.
You see me now.
Come tell me you're proud.
Come tell me you always knew.
Just don't get mad when I remember exactly who could see me
before there was something to prove.
Same face.
Same number.
Same name.
You didn't miss me.
(beat) You missed the success.