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They look at your hands
See calluses, see the weight of the steel
They tell you, Stay grounded
That’s all you’ll ever be, that’s what you feel
They want you to shuffle, to clock in and out
To kill off the wonder, to silence the doubt
But beneath the thick jacket, there’s a storm in your chest
A hunger for beauty that won't let you rest
They’re measuring your worth by the sweat on your brow
They’re waiting for the breaking, the final, low bow
But they don’t know the alchemy, they don’t see the spark
How you take all their shadows and carve out an arc
You’re the man who won’t surrender
Though they try to keep you small
You’re painting with the silence
While they’re screaming in the hall
You’ve got a ghost of a genius
And a heart that’s iron-clad
You’re the finest piece of trouble
That this city ever had
No, you won’t turn to violence
You won’t strike back with a fist
Your weapon is the melody
The notes that they missed
They call you a madman, they call you too much
But they’re terrified of your delicate touch
It’s a different kind of fire, a self-inflicted light
Burning through the morning, blinding in the night
You’re the man who won’t surrender
Though they try to keep you small
You’re painting with the silence
While they’re screaming in the hall
You’ve got a ghost of a genius
And a heart that’s iron-clad
You’re the finest piece of trouble
That this city ever had
They want you on the warehouse floor
But you’re composing the sky
They’ll never understand the reason
Why you choose to fly
Keep playing, my friend, keep the rhythm inside
Let the world keep its judgment, let it run, let it hide
You’re the one with the vision, the one with the core
You’re the one who’s creating
Forevermore
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