(Intro – spoken)
Yeah…
Rooster crowed.
City still asleep.
But I heard it.
(Hook)
I don’t blink when the truth hit different
Stand tall, ten toes, no flinchin’
Flood waters rise, I’m still in it
Keys in my hand ‘cause I lived it
Three denials, now I get it
Weight on my chest but I lift it
Sun come up, I don’t flinch
West Coast still, I don’t flinch
(Verse 1)
Peter in the alley with the sirens hummin’
Said he didn’t know Him — fear was runnin’
Cold night, firelight, crowd start judgin’
Sometimes survival feel like betrayal comin’
Rooster crow cut through the noise
Truth don’t whisper, it destroys
Everything fake you built for cover
Leaves you naked in your own voice
We do it too, don’t lie
Say “it’s fine” while the levees cry
Say “it’s small” while the data rise
Say “it’s cool” while the old world dies
Three strikes, that’s human
Freeze up when the shift start movin’
Whole paradigm already proven
But comfort keep the mind from choosin’
(Hook)
I don’t blink when the truth hit different
Stand tall, ten toes, no flinchin’
Flood waters rise, I’m still in it
Keys in my hand ‘cause I lived it
Three denials, now I get it
Weight on my chest but I lift it
Sun come up, I don’t flinch
West Coast still, I don’t flinch
(Verse 2)
This ain’t rage, this clarity
Heavy crown, no vanity
Judgment ain’t power fantasy
It’s seein’ things how they have to be
Sat in the silence long enough
Let the pressure make me tough
Didn’t run when the mirror cracked
Stayed right there when it got rough
Whole network feel the quake
Information overload ache
Everybody know it’s changed
But nobody wanna be first to say
Flood don’t ask if you ready
Truth don’t move slow and steady
It hits like bass in a Chevy
Windows shake — soul get heavy
(Bridge – melodic)
Still… like the ocean before it breaks
Still… like the second before it wakes
Still… when the mask finally slips
Still… when the key in your fist
(Hook)
I don’t blink when the truth hit different
Stand tall, ten toes, no flinchin’
Flood waters rise, I’m still in it
Keys in my hand ‘cause I lived it
Three denials, now I get it
Weight on my chest but I lift it
Sun come up, I don’t flinch
West Coast still, I don’t flinch
(Outro – spoken)
Not for the worthy.
For the ones who stayed.
For the ones who felt it.
For the ones who didn’t look away.
Rooster crowed.
I heard it.
DonaldFritsche
