Ironclad Riot

I'm a walking contradiction,

a paradox in motion,

Calm on the surface but inside it's a whole ocean,

Of rage and rejection,

a lifetime collection Of every doubt they threw,

every word of correction,

"You won't amount to nothing," heard it all my life,

Turned that noise to fuel,

turned the pain to a knife,

That I use to cut through the doubt like a blade,

Every setback just a setup,

every scar I made Into a badge,

not a burden, wear it like a crown,

While these keyboard critics try to keep me down,

I've been counted out more times than I can number,

Left for dead, but I kept crawling out the lumber,

Of a house they said would never hold my weight,

Now I'm rewriting my whole story,

rewriting fate, So when you hear my voice crack,

hear the venom spit,

Know it's years of silence finally breaking,

breaking bit— By bit,

by bit, by bit,

I'm exploding like a bomb,

Every syllable a symbol of the storm I'm from.

This the static in my head,

never turning down, Voices telling me I'm nothing,

watch me wear the crown,

This the static, this the chaos,

this the noise, Turned it all to music,

turned it all to voice.

I remember laying broke,

staring at the ceiling,

Numb to my own thoughts,

numb to my own feeling,

Wondering if the world would notice if I disappeared,

Wondering if the silence be the only thing that's real here,

But something kept me fighting,

some spark refused to

die, Some part of me was thinking there's a reason to try,

So I picked the

pen up, made the pain my therapy,

Every bar a step further from that darker energy,

That used to have me hostage,

used to have me stuck,

Now I use the trauma,

turn it into what's up,

On

the charts, on the mic,

on the stage where I

stand, Living proof that broken pieces build a stronger man,

I ain't perfect, still got demons I be wrestling,

Still got 3 a.m.

thoughts I be confessing,

To nobody but the paper,

nobody but the beat,

That's the only therapy that ever felt complete.

They said I talk too much,

said I'm too intense,

Said my bars too heavy,

said it make no sense To feel this deep,

to care this much,

to bleed On every track,

but that's the only way I can proceed— Through the noise,

through the critics, through the ones who doubt,

I turn the pressure to a diamond,

that's what it's about,

Every hater is a mirror showing me my worth,

'Cause you don't waste your breath on something with no worth,

So keep the comments coming,

keep the static loud,

I'ma turn it into anthems,

I'ma turn it into crowd Chanting back the words that they said

broke me down, Turn the tears to laughter,

turn the frown around,

This ain't just a song,

this a exorcism, Every verse a piece of my own rhythm-schism,

Coming back together, stronger than before,

Static turned to music,

and I'm slamming every door.

This the static in my head,

never turning down, Voices telling me I'm nothing,

watch me wear the crown,

This the static, this the chaos,

this the noise, Turned it all to music,

turned it all to voice.

Static... static... turn it up,

turn it up... This the sound of a mind that refused to

give up.