Waffles & Confidence

[Verse 1]
Wake up, same plate, same kitchen, same faucet
Syrup on my doubts, stack ’em high like waffles
Life hit me with a word, multiple sclerosis
Doc read the chart, I just tightened my focus
Yeah my legs shaky, but my faith never wobbles
Heart doing laps like it’s running through the obstacles
Confidence heavy in my pocket like it’s copper coins
I bend but I don’t break, I just double-joint
[Chorus]
I got waffles and confidence
Same table, that’s common sense
Body got a plot twist, mind still dominant
Pour the syrup on the fear, eat the consequence
Yeah, waffles and confidence
I’m still here, that’s the evidence
Diagnosis in the file, but it’s not my whole defense
Living big, every breath, that’s my testament (hey!)
[Verse 2]
Nurse took my pressure, said “how you stay smiling?”
I said, “I been in worse wars, this just new styling”
Some days I’m tired, yeah, some days I’m cautious
But quitting ain’t an item on my options
Roll through the clinic like a runway model
Hospital gown, still walking like I’m full throttle
Every bruise, every scar, that’s my provenance
Pain in the background, front stage: confidence
[Chorus]
I got waffles and confidence
Same table, that’s common sense
Body got a plot twist, mind still dominant
Pour the syrup on the fear, eat the consequence
Yeah, waffles and confidence
I’m still here, that’s the evidence
Diagnosis in the file, but it’s not my whole defense
Living big, every breath, that’s my testament (oh yeah)

rap, Playful boom-bap with crisp drums, warm upright bass, and chopped jazz piano; male vocals ride the pocket with a smirking confidence. Hook opens up with stacked gang vocals and subtle crowd ambience, verses stay tight and percussive. Light vinyl crackle and finger snaps add bounce; mix pushes the vocal right up front for every punchline to land.