Knock Knock

KNOCK KNOCK Verse 1 (Kantagion) Knock knock, who's there at the gate of fate? Got a camera clip and a list full of names and dates Thought they were brothers, thought they were day-one friends Now I'm watchin' replay footage, seein' loyalty bend Rows in the greenhouse, dreams in the dirt Years of hard labor turned into somebody's work Empty racks, broken locks, tire tracks in the mud And the people I trusted got fingerprints on the gloves Whole thing was an inside job, I could see it unfold Every frame of the video made my blood run cold They were smilin' in my face while they plotted my loss Countin' what was mine while pretending they're boss Everybody talks family till temptation arrives Then the masks start slipping and the truth comes alive But I stayed level-headed, kept my eyes on the prize Started followin' the trail instead of feedin' the fire Pre-Chorus Every shadow leaves a footprint Every lie leaves a stain What was taken in the darkness Comes to light again Chorus Knock knock, hear the truth at your door Can't hide what happened anymore Thought you got away with mine Thought you'd run out all the time Knock knock, now the whole town knows How the story really goes You can steal the crop, steal trust, steal pride But the truth always survives Verse 2 (Long Kantagion Verse) I was meticulously analyzing every inconsistency, every contradictory statement and suspicious coincidence, constructing a comprehensive picture from fragmented observations while maintaining the disciplined patience necessary to avoid emotional decision-making; because revenge is temporary, but evidence is permanent, and permanence is what wins when deception collapses beneath its own accumulated weight. I followed conversations, recovered recordings, documented movements, connected timelines, assembled witness accounts, and gradually uncovered the unmistakable reality that the people standing closest to the circle had orchestrated its betrayal. The realization carried a devastating psychological gravity, not because of the monetary value involved, but because loyalty once broken leaves a scar that cannot be measured by any accountant's calculation. Yet instead of letting anger write the next chapter, I chose determination, and determination became the vehicle that carried me through every obstacle until the truth stood undeniable for everyone to see. Pre-Chorus Every shadow leaves a footprint Every lie leaves a stain What was taken in the darkness Comes to light again Chorus Knock knock, hear the truth at your door Can't hide what happened anymore Thought you got away with mine Thought you'd run out all the time Knock knock, now the whole town knows How the story really goes You can steal the crop, steal trust, steal pride But the truth always survives