Grit & Echoes

Lyrics

(Verse 1) I’m checking balance sheets while balancing my sanity A prisoner to screens and this digital profanity. They told me "get the crown," so I went and bought the gold But the weight of it is heavy and the metal’s feeling cold. I see 'em posting pictures of a life they never lived Taking everything they want but got nothing left to give. The legends that I studied? Man, they’re crumbling to dust Turns out the "Iron Will" was just a layer of some rust. I’m looking for a teacher but the classroom is a tomb Just a bunch of echoes bouncing 'round a hollow room. ​(Chorus) Don’t save ‘em, let the fire burn the stage We’re just actors reading typos on a yellowed-out page. I’m searching for a frequency that isn't full of hiss In a world that’s selling poison wrapped inside a lover's kiss. No role models, just the ghost of who I was Chasing shadows in the dark just because, just because. ​(Verse 2) My O.G.s turned to salesmen, selling snake oil by the liter The grass is always greener 'til you meet the weed-eater. I used to want the mansion with the gate and the view Until I realized the gate keeps the "me" away from "you." We’re worshiping the hustle like it’s some kind of god While we’re walking on a wire and the safety net is fraud. I saw the man behind the curtain, he was shaking in his boots Trying to water plastic flowers while he’s cutting at the roots. So I’m burning every bridge that leads back to the fake I’d rather swim in stormy seas than drown inside a lake. ​(Verse 3) Yeah, I’m the black sheep, the glitch, the error in the code The one who took the exit on the "Lesser Traveled Road." I don't need a statue or a plaque upon the wall I’d rather be the one who’s standing after everyone shall fall. They’re chasing after "influence," I’m chasing after peace Looking for a way to make the inner static cease. The throne is sitting empty and the kingdom is a lie I’d rather keep my feet on earth than sell my soul to fly. No mentors left to follow, so I’ll lead myself instead With a hunger in my belly and a fire in my head. ​(Outro) Keep the fame. Keep the "likes." Keep the validation from people who don't even know their own names. I'm good right here. Just the rhythm and the truth