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Dress code clean, play it cool,

Say the right shit, follow the rules.

Glass lobby smells like money and soap,

I wipe my hands twice — don’t know why, just hope.

Say names I practiced in the Uber ride,

Say ‘em too fast, then laugh like I’m fine.

White walls, white smiles, white teeth on cue,

I nod too much, yeah, I nod like you.

Someone talks numbers, I fake that calm,

Check my phone — nothing — put it back in my palm.

Drinks hit early, jokes hit flat,

I laugh a second late, clock that.

Tell myself “breathe, man, you’re almost there”,

Say it again like it’s a prayer.




Dress code clean, play it cool,

Say the right shit, follow the rules.

Same white room, same fake truth,

I look the part — that’s gotta do.

Hold that glass, don’t ask why,

Act like I belong this time.




Parking lot glow, engines flex,

Keys swing loud like they want respect.

I talk cars like I know the game,

Say “yeah, that one” — don’t say the name.

Bathroom mirror, light too bright,

Someone’s sniffin’, jokes ‘bout nights.

They say “focus”, they say “drive”,

I say “same”, don’t ask how I’m alive.

I bought the fit, I learned the tone,

Cut my edges, shaved my home.

Say “I’m good”, yeah, say it clean,

Say it so much I almost believe.




Dress code clean, head up straight,

Smile don’t crack, don’t hesitate.

Same white table, same old play,

They say my name — then look away.

Hold that glass, black it out,

Act like this is what I’m about.




They don’t hate me.

That’s the thing.

They just don’t see me at all.

No matter how I dress,

No matter what I drive,

I’m still the noise when the room gets quiet.

I’m still the help, not the invite.

I changed my skin, I learned your lines —

You don’t look back.

You never did.




Dress code clean, same disguise,

Same tight smile, same dead eyes.

I play along, I cross that line,

Still not one of your kind.

Toast that glass, shut my mouth,

I fit the room —

But I don’t count.

Glass doors close, lights stay white,

I stand outside —

Suit still tight.

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