Promotion Through Neglect

(Intro – low, whispered)

Yeah…

Silence don’t mean soft.

It mean I waited…

Now listen.

(Verse 1)

Y’all sit behind desks playin’ boss with a title,

While the floor bleeds effort, backs bent, pride strangled.

You reward the fuck-ups, ignore the ones grinding,

Promote the loud idiots, silence the disciplined.

Accountability ghosted — that shit never clock in,

But the hard workers drown while the lazy stay dry then.

You scared to confront ‘em, so you pick on the ones

Who actually give a fuck and still get shit done.

I seen leaders hide when the pressure got real,

Seen them pass blame quicker than checks get peeled.

“Do more, be patient” — that bullshit mantra,

While the same dead weight gets hand-fed answers.

You don’t lead — you manage excuses and fear,

Then wonder why respect fuckin’ disappears.

(Hook)

Silence Ronan — I don’t bark, I dissect,

Leadership rot, yeah, I carve out the sect.

You don’t stand for shit, you just sit and deflect,

Power with no spine is a worthless effect.

(Verse 2)

You love buzzwords, meetings, fake ass care,

But never lace boots or breathe that air.

Never felt exhaustion stab deep in the bones,

Never carried a shift like it’s yours alone.

You’d rather babysit slackers with egos,

Than back the quiet killers that keep shit legal.

Hard workers punished for competence — facts,

While incompetence hides behind emails and chats.

You call it “fair” while favoritism breathes,

Then act fuckin’ shocked when morale leaves.

Your leadership style? Avoidance and lies,

Let shit burn down, then ask why the fire got high.

(Bridge – slowed, lethal calm)

I move in silence ‘cause noise gets ignored,

But every unchecked flaw left blood on the floor.

This ain’t anger — it’s truth in a blade,

And your system’s the reason resentment was made.

(Verse 3)

You want loyalty but never earn trust,

You want respect but treat effort like dust.

You dodge real talks ‘cause you’re scared to expose

How little you lead when the pressure unloads.

I don’t need your praise, don’t want your smile,

Just stop crushing the ones that carry your pile.

(Outro)

Silence ain’t gone…

He just finished watching.

Now you hear him.