• «Paradox of Me».

I used to walk with soft hands, praisin' peace, avoidin' pain.
But this world's a slaughterhouse — you gotta chew to gain.
Now I'm collectin' my own fragments, puttin' glass in my veins.
Every scar's a lesson, every bruise a chain.
They say «stay nice» — that's a death wish, a suicide lane.
I built a throne of bones, I let the monster take the reins.

It's a conundrum — I'm gentle while I'm savage.
I break the rules to build a new grammar, that's the baggage.
My principles are fluid, flowin' like a damaged passage.
I'm changin' in the unchanged, writin' a new passage.

Kindness is a luxury in this hell, no cap.
I dirty my hands in blood, but I still wanna clap back at the trap.
I'm piecing myself together, every shard's a map.
Paradox of me — I'm the saint with the bloody lap.

They call me two-faced — I call it dichotomy.
I'm the light that burns the darkness, but the shadow follows me.
Every step I take is forward, but the past is what I see.
I finna break the cycle, even if it breaks me.
I walk over heads like stairs, no apology.
My enemies are dust — I'm the attrition of the sea.

You can't stay clean in a dirty game — that's the intrinsic rule.
You can't stay clean in a dirty game — you either sink or rule.
You can't stay clean in a dirty game — the truth is cruel.

My first initiatives were wrong — I thought I'd fix the world with love.
But love's a bullet wrapped in velvet, a push from above.
Now I swing with catharsis, pushin' and shovin' above.
But deep inside I'm still the kid who never learned to shove.
I show my true face now — it's bitter, but it's mine.
I'm transcendin' my own limits, drawin' a crooked line.

Kindness is a luxury — I'm still not givin' up.
But I'll fight with claws and teeth, fill my own damn cup.
Paradox of me — I'm the saint with the bloody lap.
No cap. Bet. I'm the map.
No weakness. Only aftermath.

«You can't stay clean in a dirty game...»