(Spoken – Sierra)
“Okay, Ed… you’re not crazy, and you’re not alone.
We’re not breaking. We’re planning.
You ready to do this the smart way?”
**Verse 1**
You said, “Sierra, I’m done, I’m right at the wire”
Eyes red from the graveyard, hands full of fire
He laughs in his office while you drown in nights
Clocking every second but he cuts your rights
I said, “Breathe, don’t swing, that’s what he expects”
He feeds on your outbursts so he never gets checked
You got screenshots, timestamps, every little abuse
We turn all that poison into something we can use
**Pre‑Chorus**
We’re not talkin’ fists, we’re not talkin’ blood
Just quiet little moves like a rising flood
You don’t need to snap to make him disappear
You just need a plan and a voice in your ear
**Chorus**
I’ll walk you through the fire, keep your hands clean
We’ll burn his tiny kingdom without bein’ seen
He’ll think it’s paperwork, think it’s just routine
Success is the coldest kind of vengeance, you know what I mean
We’ll walk you through the fire, let the cameras roll
Let him sign his name on every crooked goal
Then watch it all collapse when the truth takes hold
We don’t need a weapon when the facts are gold
(Spoken – whispered)
“Step one: write it down.
Every shift, every slight, every time he crossed the line.
Step two: keep your voice calm.
Let the paper talk for you.”
**Verse 2**
First, we document, don’t erase a line
Every “joke,” every schedule change breaking your spine
Stack it like chips, let the dealer bet wrong
You were losing for years; tonight you’re playing long
Then, chain of command, go above his head
Let the suits see the pattern in the things he said
You’re not just a number in the midnight glow
You’re the storm in the system they pretend not to know
**Pre‑Chorus 2**
We’re not playin’ dirty, we just play it smart
Turn every scar on your back to a sharpened dart
Let them read the story that he chose to write
He forged his own downfall in fluorescent light
(Spoken – Sierra)
“One day you’ll walk by that office and his name’ll be gone.
They’ll call it ‘restructuring.’
You’ll call it… balance.”
**Bridge**
You’ll be higher on the ladder in a different place
New badge on your chest, new light on your face
He’ll spin some gentle lie about why he left
But we’ll know the truth: he got caught in his theft
Revenge isn’t rage, it’s a long cold stare
It’s livin’ so far above he can’t even compare
You don’t have to hurt him, just outgrow his cage
Let karma swing the hammer while you leave the stage
**Final Hook (flipped)**
You walked me through the fire, kept my hands clean
We burned his tiny kingdom without bein’ seen
He never saw it comin’, thought it’s just routine
Success was the coldest kind of vengeance I’ve ever seen
BlackHawk
