Rust and Halos

Steel toe scars on my bedroom floor

Dreams in a jar on the second drawer

Mama said "pray", I just paced the hall

Tattooed doubt on the bedroom wall

I was that kid in the corner, cracked

Writing revenge in the margins, black

Lunch tray throne at the outcast table

Crown of rust and a heart unstable

I got rust on my halo

Blood on my name though

Still I rise from the payload

Turn the pain into payload

I put fire in my shadow

Walk through shame like a shadow

If the world say "lay low"

I scream back, "I say so" (yeah)

Chain-link fence and a siren hum

Pocket full of lint and a busted thumb

Whole block talk like they known my fate

"Dead by twenty" was the going rate

But I bend bars when I bend my breath

Turn each doubt into little deaths

Every "can't" is a spark I stash

Every scar is a backstage pass (hey!)

I got rust on my halo

Blood on my name though

Still I rise from the payload

Turn the pain into payload

I put fire in my shadow

Walk through shame like a shadow

If the world say "lay low"

I scream back, "I say so" (I say so)

Let the past peel off, like old paint flakes

Let the fear fall through these fault-line quakes

If my hope break once, I remake it twice

Turn my cracked old spine to a steel-pin vice

I got rust on my halo

Blood on my name though

Still I rise from the payload

Turn the pain into payload

I put fire in my shadow

Walk through shame like a shadow

If the world say "lay low"

I scream back, "I say so" (yeah)

I scream back, "I say so"