Grind My Teeth

Yeah

Teeth grit

Jaw locked

Listen

Woke up with a chip on my shoulder, same one from last year

Turned hunger into homework, solved problems till the path clear

Used to count what I didn’t have, now I count what I can stack

Nights staring at the ceiling fan, planning how to never go back

Got scars I don’t flex online, real pain doesn’t need captions

Hands dirty from the side work, made clean money from bad habits

Every L was a lesson in disguise with a mask and a hood on

Now they ask how I did it, same ones that said I was “too gone”

I grind my teeth when I sleep, that’s pressure

I came from stress, turned stress to treasure

I don’t say much, I just stack, that’s better

Talk is cheap, but my will? That’s leather

Heart cold but the mind stay hot, I don’t beg, I plot

If the bridge burn, I walk through flame, come out holding the spot

They said “know your place,” I carved my name in the table instead

They pray for my downfall, I pray they get out of my head

No shortcuts, every brick placed, every bruise paid in advance

Walked in with the same clothes twice, but a different stance

You can see it in my stare now, calculation, calm rage

I don’t fight for a seat, I build my own stage