No One Gets the Crown

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Intro

Midnight. Docket open.

Verse 1

Ego at the table, tie undone, eyelids sand, hand on a cold cup Case file thick, paid-due stamps, every mirror yellin’ hold up Id in the floorboards: boom, “more touch, more funds, more blood, no fallout” Superego in the rafters, choir full of knives: “Bad thought. Strike that. All out.” Gavel got a crack in it, wax in the seal, black sweat trackin’ down the collar Tenants in my chest want a text, a check, a chain, a way out tomorrow I kept court with a cracked clipboard, clerk with a pulse and a debt Every want got a witness, every warning got wings, every verdict stuck in my neck

Pre-chorus

One side says run, one side says rot One side says hush, one side says plot I ain’t fit for the bench, I admit what I botched Then the lights in the jury box pop

Chorus

No One Gets the Crown, my crown I hear ’em bang the gavel when the lights go down No crown... my crown Every feeling gets a vote, but it don’t run the town No One Gets the Crown, my crown Fuel in the floor, warning in the balcony loud Let the whole room talk, then I breathe out loud No crown, my crown

Verse 2

Jester kicked the door with a receipt on his shoe, grin with a grease-stain moon “Y’all arguing over morals while the rent due,” tick-tock, cheap-shot courtroom gloom He made pain do a two-step, shame wear a lampshade, laughed till the rafters bent I hated that he saved me; the joke cut a window where the sentence went Sage took the mic, ice in the syllables, no grin, no hymn, no gloss “Balance is not peace. Balance is a war you learned to schedule.” Room got frost Magician blew smoke through a cracked projector: “Rewrite the stain, make a halo from the crash” But the missing bruise kept blinking, exit sign talkin’: “You ain’t healed if the footage got lost”

Pre-chorus

One side says run, one side says rot One side says hush, one side says plot I almost signed the script, almost called it God Then the brass in the back wall dropped

Chorus

Verse 3

Ruler came late, heavy brass in the ribs, boots on the beat like a statute “Order is mercy, image is armor, discipline does what panic can’t do” “A kingdom cannot survive if every feeling gets a vote.” Said it so clean the ceiling leaned in, choir put a blade to the note Id screamed “Feed me,” Superego “Bleed clean,” Jester said “Both y’all broke” Sage said “Name what it costs,” Magician palmed fog, Ruler polished the throne Ego stood with knees shaking, not a king, just a clerk with a flashlight Can’t kill fuel, can’t kill warnings, can’t kill fire in a black night Dream made the door, order made the frame, laughter kept air in my lungs I split up the keys, crown in evidence; no voice owns what I become If one voice rules the roof, whole house turns court every night

Bridge

I don’t need a murder in here. I need a seating chart. Fuel, warning, laughter, truth. Smoke, structure. None of you own the dark.

Chorus

Outro

Docket closed. Same room. Different chair.

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