Yeah…

Listen…

Not just words on a page — this is the code we live by.

Hold on…

Let the rhythm tell the story.

When the world’s on fire and they’re pointing the blame at you,

You stay cool, steady — no panic, no losing your truth.

They’re shouting loud, trying to break your calm,

But you keep your head while the storm’s tearing through the hall.

They doubt you, talk low, try to shake what you know inside,

But you trust yourself even when the whole room’s riding the tide.

Make space for their fear — it’s not always about the fight,

It’s about holding your ground when the pressure hits so bright.

Waiting’s the hardest, but you don’t rush the clock,

Don’t stoop to the lies when the whispers start to knock.

Hate’s in the air, but you won’t let it take control,