out my way

don’t enter a room, I inherit the space, Temperature drop when I look at they face, You talk about demons, I manage the place, I don’t chase, I arrange how the planets rotate, They think I’m heartless, I think I’m awake, You think it’s luck, I think it’s a shape, I been carving my name in the side of mistakes, Now mistakes move around me and stay in they place, I don’t rage, I don’t rush, I don’t blink, I just wait till the board start showing me kings, They be playing for now, I be playing for years, You be loud with your fear, I be quiet with plans, I don’t need you to like me, I need you to move, I don’t need you to see me, I need you to lose, You confuse being seen with being in control, I prefer being the reason the system broke, Every smile got a shadow, I catalog both, Every promise got a price, I subtract the hope, They think I’m cruel, I think I’m exact, I don’t bend reality, I edit the map, You talk about war, I talk about leverage, You want a moment, I want the percentage, I don’t burn bridges, I buy the river, Then I decide who allowed to swim in it, I don’t threaten, I schedule outcomes, I don’t argue, I close the account, You want beef, that’s emotional debt, I want silence when I enter the set, They mistake my calm for a lack of intent, I just move like a verdict that already went, You still hoping for mercy and maybe a chance, I been operating under “prove it or vanish,” I don’t chase validation, I harvest results, I don’t need to be loud, I just tighten the bolts, They be flexing they wins, I be auditing losses, Turning your ceilings into my floors and my offices, You think in steps, I think in collapse, You think in limits, I think in perhaps, I don’t ask “what if,” I ask “how soon,” Then I turn your “someday” into closed-room truth, I don’t got enemies, I got resources, Some just don’t know they part of the process, You call it evil, I call it alignment, When the weak get removed, the system get silent, They want a hero, I want a lever, They want applause, I want forever, You want a crown, I want the mold, So every crown you get come from what I control, I don’t sleep good, I sleep correct, I don’t feel stress, I feel effect, You feel pressure, I feel design, I don’t race clocks, I bend the time, They be hoping I fall, I don’t register hope, I been empty so long I’m immune to the cold, You still chasing a seat at imaginary tables, I been writing the rules and cutting the labels, I don’t hate you, that’s too much care, I don’t fear you, you not even there, I don’t need chaos, I need things arranged, I don’t break you, I change the frame, Then you don’t fit, then you don’t exist, Then they say “what happened?” like something was missed, Nothing was missed, it was always the route, You just didn’t see who was turning you out, They call this dark, I call this clear, They call this cold, I call this here, No speeches, no drama, no theatrical moves, Just quiet decisions that erase your proof, I don’t win loud, I don’t lose seen, I just keep turning “was” into “been,” Villain to you, but the math still right, I don’t need daylight, I own the night.