The Glass Table

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Intro

The AC hums like it's keeping score in a room too clean for the city below Four shadows lean over the glass like the deal already closed

Verse 1

From the fortieth floor on Biscayne the Overtown lights look like loose change scattered across the floor The glass table holds the city reflection like it's already been sold and signed for The navy suit says the acquisition closed, the opposition froze before they could organize the pushback The gray suit nods, efficiency gains already showing up clean in the next earnings release The silver pen mentions the west side holdouts but the legal team made the resistance evaporate before the first sign hit the street The phone checker says the numbers don't bend for the noise rising up from the street level heat They raise their glasses like the quarter was a war already won in the sky Four chairs around the glass, city signing its own surrender below

Chorus

The lights stayed on while the block went dark They raised their glasses to another clean quarter But every number they cheered was a light that went out on the ground The lights stayed on while the block went dark

Verse 2

One number on the screen and the crew at the Wynwood site got the call before the sun came up The men who poured the concrete for these high rises now standing in the pantry line on seventy ninth The bus on the Palmetto runs slower when the shift work disappears without a warning One signature from the table and the rent checks start bouncing by the middle of the month They call it optimization, the block feels it as the same extraction wearing a better suit and tie The weight don't stay up in the glass, it falls straight through and lands on the ones who built the view One number changed and the pantry line wrapped the corner twice

Chorus

The lights stayed on while the block went dark They raised their glasses, said the margins look sharp But the cheer from the fortieth floor lands like a door closing on the ground The lights stayed on while the block went dark

Verse 3

I used to move the same way on the corner, just without the glass and the clean view from above The silver pen kid looks like me at twenty three, hungry but the table was already set before he walked in He don't see the bus stop faces when he signs the optimization order with the silver pen I catch my own reflection in the tinted glass and the game looks smaller but the stakes feel the same The corner store on six second still sells the same dreams in different packaging and brighter lights I saw my own corner game staring back from the other side of the glass

Verse 4

I showed up to the hearing with their contract in my folder, my name already buried in the fine print The judge knew the company name before I opened my mouth, the gavel hit like the glass table from the fortieth They had three lawyers for every one of us, the war was over before the first objection left my throat I watched the man in the gray suit walk out like he just closed another clean quarter without a scratch The fight ain't in the street no more, it's in the rooms where the air don't smell like the block or the rain I brought their contract to the hearing but the judge already knew their name

Chorus

The lights stayed on while the block went dark. They raised their glasses higher than the last time. But the toast from the sky sounds like a door locking on the ones left behind. The lights stayed on while the block went dark.

Verse 5

I sat him on the stoop in Carol City, the light buzzing above us like it was keeping its own watch Told him the men in the high rise don't need guns when the pen moves faster than any bullet from the block The horsemen changed horses, now they ride the elevator and the quarterly report with the clean margins Don't let them tell you the table has room for everybody, it only has four chairs and they already sitting comfortable The lesson ain't to hate the game, it's to see who wrote the rules in the room before you ever get the invite I told the boy the horsemen don't need horses when they got elevators

Outro

I turned the porch light off and let the dark do what the glass never could

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