Raise The Iron

(yeah) (check

the

tape)

Cracked pavement on the boulevard,

boots in the slush Learned early that the world don't pause for

the rush Stacking small wins under heavy gray skies Buried every bitter

loss right before my eyes Kept the notebook dry while the weather

caved in Count the scars on the knuckles just to see where

I been (uh-huh) Not a victim of the season,

I'm the root in the clay Taking back every inch that was

stolen away

When the cold wind bit,

we stood in the frame

Carved a quiet legacy out of the pain

Let the floor drop out,

we still find the climb

(yeah, we find the climb)

Turning every setback into iron in time

Found resolve in the basement where the pipes run cold

Value what you build when it cannot be sold They expected a

collapse, but I reinforced the frame

Traded out the panic for a patient steady aim (watch it now)

Every shut door became timber for the hearth Drew another boundary line

deep across the earth No shortcuts taken on the road through the

frost

Standing undefeated at the tally of the cost

When the cold wind bit,

we stood in the frame

Carved a quiet legacy out of the pain

Let the floor drop out,

we still find the climb

(we still find the climb) Turning every setback into iron in time

Pressure makes the marrow dense

Weight turns to competence

We didn't fold when the winters grew teeth

We broke the concrete from underneath!

(let it

ride)

Into iron in time. (yeah)

Still standing.