poem
**"Walk the Line"**
2 min read
**[Verse]** — Don't wake the version I retired in the fire,
**[Verse]**
Don't wake the version I retired in the fire,
Built a new kingdom but the old one's still a liar.
You keep mistaking all my silence for defeat,
Till the pressure hit your doorstep with receipts beneath your feet.
Take it as a threat or a promise, I don't care,
Either way, quit acting like you wasn't standing there.
Every time you reached, it was never for your own,
Always pocket-watching while I'm building from the stones.
You obsessed with where I walk,
Obsessed with what I make.
Meanwhile I'm chasing pieces
That the vultures tried to take.
Protecting peace ain't weakness,
It's expensive where I'm from.
The calmest man in the room
Usually knows what he's become.
So test me if you need the validation for your pride,
Just remember every mask eventually slips aside.
I don't need to touch a soul—
Truth'll do enough.
I've watched lies collapse empires;
Reality is rough.
You ain't beefing with a man,
You beefing with your mirror.
Every move you make for clout
Just makes your picture clearer.
I don't hustle through corruption.
I don't feed on borrowed shame.
I'd rather lose a thousand dollars
Than my last remaining name.
Now the room gets real quiet
When the real ones finally speak.
Funny how the loudest wolves
Always turn into the sheep.
So keep throwing stones.
I'll keep building monuments.
History remembers builders—
Not professional opponents.