Black sheep Glass House
“Glass Bones” — black sheep Glass House Yeah… I been watchin’ every second rearrange itself, Feelin’ time bend backward like it’s tryna save itself. I’m the glitch in the script, the whisper in the wires, A walking contradiction with gasoline for desires. If change is the only constant, I’m the pulse that defines it— Burnin’ down the past just to rewrite what’s behind it. I been livin’ in a town that pretend they don’t see me, Walkin’ past the pain like it ain’t bleedin’ beneath me, I been fightin’ for a voice while they label me needy, But I’m speakin’ for the ghosts that the cold streets keeping. Every friend that I lost put a crack in my ribs, Every promise that they broke hit the back of my kids, Every camp that they cleared was a lash of the whip, Now my nervous system fires like it’s gas in a crib. They don’t ask how it feels when the nights get violent, When the brain goes numb tryna chase some silence, When abandonment hits like a cop with a truncheon, And addiction’s just the body tryna run from somethin’. But they tell me, “Man up, that’s life, be tougher,” Never learned that the numb heart still bleeds under, Never cared that the cold turns a teen to a runner, Never thought that neglect makes a flame outta thunder. I been holdin’ these parts like a father in crisis, Every exile in my chest still carvin’ their vices, Every firefighter burnin’ just to guard me from dyin’, But survival got a cost no therapist prices. I ain’t lookin’ for a savior—just a world with a conscience, ’Cause the system loves blood when the victim is homeless, But the second we speak truth, they go breakin’ the optics, Talkin’ “pull your own weight” while they’re crushin’ our pockets. I’m the mirror they avoided but can’t hide from now, I’m the man that they abandoned but still climbed out, I’m the crack in their facade when the lies spill down, I’m the glass house breakin’ from the inside out. Soft, melodic, mournful—like Naomi Wild’s style in the original. Hook I’m standin’ in a glass house, Watchin’ all the stones they throw. Lookin’ at the past now, Tryna let the shadows go. If I fall, will they care? If I cry, would they know? I’m still searchin’ for a way out— But every exit feel like smoke. I ain’t chasin’ validation, I’m collectin’ revelations, Turned my pain into a blueprint, now I’m buildin’ transformations. Mind racin’ like a demon on the freeway at dawn, Every scar became a lyric, every fear became a song. I took the static in my brain and turned it into elevation, Made the chaos learn my language, shaped the storm into creation. People doubted every step, but I was climbin’ while they laughed, Now my pulse is breakin’ metronomes, my shadow outruns my past. I’m the shift inside the frequency, the echo in the code, The version of myself they never thought would hit reload. I walk through every challenge with a posture that’s defiant— You can cage a broken man, but you can’t cage him when he’s vibrant. I’m the only one who listens when my inner voice is screamin’, Turned my nightmares into armor, turned my heartbreak into meanin’. So if they askin’ how I do it—tell ’em simple, tell ’em plain: I ain’t walkin’ through the fire… I am the fire in the flame.
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“Glass Bones” — black sheep Glass House Yeah… I been watchin’ every second rearrange itself, Feelin’ time bend backward like it’s tryna save itself. I’m the glitch in the script, the whisper in the wires, A walking contradiction with gasoline for desires. If change is the only constant, I’m the pulse that defines it— Burnin’ down the past just to rewrite what’s behind it. I been livin’ in a town that pretend they don’t see me, Walkin’ past the pain like it ain’t bleedin’ beneath me, I been fightin’ for a voice while they label me needy, But I’m speakin’ for the ghosts that the cold streets keeping. Every friend that I lost put a crack in my ribs, Every promise that they broke hit the back of my kids, Every camp that they cleared was a lash of the whip, Now my nervous system fires like it’s gas in a crib. They don’t ask how it feels when the nights get violent, When the brain goes numb tryna chase some silence, When abandonment hits like a cop with a truncheon, And addiction’s just the body tryna run from somethin’. But they tell me, “Man up, that’s life, be tougher,” Never learned that the numb heart still bleeds under, Never cared that the cold turns a teen to a runner, Never thought that neglect makes a flame outta thunder. I been holdin’ these parts like a father in crisis, Every exile in my chest still carvin’ their vices, Every firefighter burnin’ just to guard me from dyin’, But survival got a cost no therapist prices. I ain’t lookin’ for a savior—just a world with a conscience, ’Cause the system loves blood when the victim is homeless, But the second we speak truth, they go breakin’ the optics, Talkin’ “pull your own weight” while they’re crushin’ our pockets. I’m the mirror they avoided but can’t hide from now, I’m the man that they abandoned but still climbed out, I’m the crack in their facade when the lies spill down, I’m the glass house breakin’ from the inside out. Soft, melodic, mournful—like Naomi Wild’s style in the original. Hook I’m standin’ in a glass house, Watchin’ all the stones they throw. Lookin’ at the past now, Tryna let the shadows go. If I fall, will they care? If I cry, would they know? I’m still searchin’ for a way out— But every exit feel like smoke. I ain’t chasin’ validation, I’m collectin’ revelations, Turned my pain into a blueprint, now I’m buildin’ transformations. Mind racin’ like a demon on the freeway at dawn, Every scar became a lyric, every fear became a song. I took the static in my brain and turned it into elevation, Made the chaos learn my language, shaped the storm into creation. People doubted every step, but I was climbin’ while they laughed, Now my pulse is breakin’ metronomes, my shadow outruns my past. I’m the shift inside the frequency, the echo in the code, The version of myself they never thought would hit reload. I walk through every challenge with a posture that’s defiant— You can cage a broken man, but you can’t cage him when he’s vibrant. I’m the only one who listens when my inner voice is screamin’, Turned my nightmares into armor, turned my heartbreak into meanin’. So if they askin’ how I do it—tell ’em simple, tell ’em plain: I ain’t walkin’ through the fire… I am the fire in the flame.
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