punk

[Intro] Yeah Turn me up just a little [Verse 1] I was tagged as the trophy, wrapped up in rumors and hope Labelled “golden” by ghosts who never handled the scope They crowned me under fluorescent, not a sunbeam in sight I was chosen by committee, not by struggle or fight They said, “Kid, you the future,” but the present was broke Confetti fell from the ceiling, but the ceiling was smoke Fake halos in the hallway, they were sellin’ me dreams While the floor was droppin’ out from under all of my schemes I had a ribbon ‘round my neck, but it tightened with time Medals turn into anchors when they’re tied to your mind They loved the myth, not the marrow, just the angle and frame Put my face inside a picture, never asked for my name I went from pedestal to pavement in a blink, no grace When the rug got pulled, I met the earth with my face Mud laughin’ at my sneakers, dust cloggin’ my lung Every cheer they ever gave me got unsaid with one thud [Hook] They wanna see the crown, never seen the bruise Wanna claim the victor, never watch the lose I was made a promise, never made a scene When I want to be seen, I will be seen Not a second early, not a second late You can sit and whisper; I’ll recalibrate I was buried breathin’, but I cracked between When I want to be seen, I will be seen [Verse 2] They were cacklin’ at the crater like the fall was a show Countin’ teeth in my smile while they counted their dough I saw fingers pointin’ trophies at my open wound Tryna polish up the tombstone like a silver spoon These hollow-hearted pilgrims with their sandpaper praise Try to carve their own initials in the scars that I raise Their souls on layaway, sold cheap in a rush Try to measure what I’m worth with a counterfeit brush They walk a path with no footprints, they just mimic the dust Chasin’ likes inside a mirror ‘til the mirror combust They want a story with no stains, just a highlight reel While I’m scribblin’ on the underside of fate’s steering wheel See, I tripped on expectations that were never my size Tried to wear a made-up legend like a rented disguise But when you trip in borrowed armor and you crack your chin You either bleed on their belief or let your marrow begin [Hook] They wanna see the crown, never seen the bruise Wanna claim the victor, never watch the lose I was made a promise, never made a scene When I want to be seen, I will be seen Not a second early, not a second late You can sit and whisper; I’ll recalibrate I was buried breathin’, but I cracked between When I want to be seen, I will be seen [Bridge] Footprints staggered in the dust, then vanish in steam Every step a quiet riot in a silent regime You can trace ‘em if you want, if you dare to believe That the path ain’t for the takers, it’s for those who can leave I walk between their applause and their apathy’s grin Between the corner and the chorus where the real kicks in Between the shadow on the wall and the source of the light Between the echo of the loss and the naming of might [Verse 3] I turned the gravel in my teeth into granite in jaw Now my bite marks in the planet spell “I rewrite law” I took the laughter in the bleachers, turned it into a beat Now the dirt they threw upon me is the stage at my feet I’m the glitch in every bracket, every rigged routine Broke the script they tried to hand me, tore the page at the seam You can lock me in a label, you can frame my fall But I turn your little snapshot to a mural on the wall I’m the prize that picked itself when all the judges were blind I’m the choice that chose to surface from the junk in your mind I’m the voice inside the silence when your playlist stops I’m the reason that your ceiling learned to grow from the drops Your soulless little victory lap means nothin’ to dust My journey left a dent in time; your hustle is rust If my face ain’t on your flyer, I’m still runnin’ the scene ‘Cause when I want to be seen, I will be seen [Hook] They wanna see the crown, never seen the bruise Wanna claim the victor, never watch the lose I was made a promise, never made a scene When I want to be seen, I will be seen Not a second early, not a second late You can sit and whisper; I’ll recalibrate I was buried breathin’, but I cracked between When I want to be seen, I will be seen [Outro] So keep your hollow banners and your plastic throne I’ll be walkin’ where the gravel learns to carve its own stone When the ground stops shakin’ and the noise grows thin You’ll swear I came from nowhere when I’m standin’ within I was once your fragile legend, now I’m breakin’ the screen When I want to be seen, I will be seen