Shockwave Alley

Yeah

I woke up mad at the ceiling again

Told my reflection, “You look like a lawsuit”

It smiled back

So I punched the mirror in my head

I’m back with a grin and a bad little habit Of laughing

at pain till it turns automatic I’m half problematic,

half panic attack With a mouth like a match in a gasoline

jacket Y’all want nice?

That version got buried In a backyard box with the fake “don’t

worry” I came from the static,

I crawled through the screen With a smile so crooked it scared

Halloween I’m not unstable,

I’m cable-cut loose Got screws in a bag and a neck in

a noose Not mine,

just the jokes that I hang when they flop Then I kick

in the booth and make therapy bop Your ego’s a paper crown,

mine’s got dents I pay pain rent,

y’all split fake cents

You talk real big

with a Bluetooth chest

Till the beat walks in and repossesses your breath I’m a bad

mood wearing good shoes Bad news with a drum loop Laughing in

a padded room Writing hits with a loose tooth Don’t ask if

I’m fine That question’s a trap I say “yeah” too fast Then

the ceiling laughs back Smile for the static Wave for the panic

I’m fine, I swear Don’t look in the attic Laugh till it

hurts Then hurt till I laugh I’m a half-built saint With a

villain autograph Smile for the static Clap for the damage If I

snap on beat Then call it stage magic

I got a chainsaw tongue and a teddy bear heart That got

left in the rain and torn apart Now I talk like a

cartoon dropped in a morgue With a punchline grin and a rusted

sword I don’t beef,

I season the skillet I don’t lose sleep,

I sit there and grill it I don’t need smoke,

I bring whole kitchens Burn bridges down then sell tickets You want

mean? I’ll get decorative Tie my thoughts up with a sedative Wake

’em back up with a megaphone Tell ’em,

“Get loud, we got rent to give” I’m petty with purpose,

nervous with knives Not real ones,

relax, just the ones in my rhymes I carve every doubt into

funny designs Then sell it as merch with my face on the

sign I been too nice,

got used like a rug Now I bite back with a mouth

full of bugs I spit out wings,

they call it disgusting I call it growth,

now everybody ducking

Don’t ask if I’m calm I was never equipped I came with

a warning That nobody clicked Smile for the static Wave for the

panic I’m fine, I swear Don’t look in the attic Laugh till

it hurts Then hurt till I laugh I’m a half-built saint With

a villain autograph Smile for the static Clap for the damage If

I snap on beat Then call it stage magic

I got

trust issues wearing a clown nose Big fake grin where the hurt

grows Everybody says “heal” like it’s that cheap So I charged my

trauma and bought front-row seats

I’m a nightmare with manners A crash with grammar A bad little

thought With a stolen camera I don’t chase drama,

I walk it on leashes Feed it old texts and emotional speeches

Then tell it, “Sit,” while I write one more bar About turning

my scars into bumper cars You call me too much?

Good, I brought extra A whole damn circus in one cracked dresser

Three bad moods and a microphone cord One says forgive,

one says go to war The third one laughs with a mouth

full of glitter Says,

“Make it catchy, make it bitter” So I made a hook out

of panic and teeth Now the whole room hums when I can’t

breathe I’m not the villain

I’m the warning label I’m the kid at the lunch table Laughing

unstable I’m not the monster I’m what got made When the nice

guy cracked And the mask got paid Smile for the static Wave

for the panic I’m fine,

I swear Don’t look in the attic Laugh till it hurts Then

hurt till I laugh I’m a half-built saint With a villain autograph

Smile for the static Clap for the damage If I snap on

beat Then call it stage magic Tell ’em I’m fine

Tell ’em I’m funny

Tell ’em the monster paid rent this month