The star on my chest used to shine like a morning sun
Back when I thought the battle could actually be won.
I used to pull the hammer, I used to hold the line
Leaving room for mercy, thinking time was on my side.
But the blue has turned to shadow, and the white is stained with grit
I’m tired of holding back the fire just to keep the candles lit.
I ain’t pulling no punches tonight
I’m letting the knuckles do the talkin' for the right.
The boy from Brooklyn, he’s gone to the grave
I’m done trying to be the man they want me to save.
When the vibranium rings, it’s a funeral bell
I’m bringing down heaven, even if I walk through hell.
They say I’m a symbol, a statue in the park
But statues don't see what's happening in the dark.
I’ve spent a hundred years playing by the Golden Rule
While the devils ran the playground and treated me like a fool.
So don’t look for a hero, don’t look for a friend
'Cause when I throw this disc, it’s strictly to the end.
It’s a heavy weight...
To carry the dreams of a dying state.
I used to aim for the shoulder, maybe aim for the hand
Now I’m aiming for the soul of every wicked man.
No more "wait and see," no more "maybe they’ll change"
I’ve adjusted my sights, and you’re in my range.
I ain’t pulling no punches tonight!
I’m letting the knuckles do the talkin' for the right.
The boy from Brooklyn, he’s gone to the grave
I’m done trying to be the man they want me to save.
When the vibranium rings, it’s a funeral bell
I’m bringing down heaven, even if I walk through hell.
The shield is heavy...
The blood is cold...
I’m a different kind of story, now that I’ve been told.
I’m done holding back.
