All The Facts

Yeah.
Shadow on tile.
Red light hum.
Let it breathe.
Let it come.
No loud threat.
No warning sign.
All the facts.
Every time.
Hold the tether.
Hold the line.
All the facts.
Every time.
Force in reserve.
Conscience in control.
No blood worship.
Only the goal.
Hold the tether.
Hold the line.
All the facts.
Every time.
Force in reserve.
Conscience in control.
No blood worship.
Only the goal.
Calm is command.
Heat stays caged.
Grief in the chest.
Rage gets aimed.
Walk like a warning.
Think like a monk.
Voice stays low.
While fast drums punch.
Bass hits low.
Room folds in.
Red lights pulse.
Smoke turns thin.
Step in slow.
Chin locked down.
Kick drum cracks.
I scan around.
Bodies press close.
Shoulders brush.
Old nerve wakes.
It wants the rush.
I know that voice.
I know its cost.
Power without code
is a man lost.
Let it speak.
Never obey.
Give it space.
Then turn away.
No wild swing.
No hollow pride.
Storm in the blood.
Stillness outside.
Hard floor shakes.
Ceiling sweats.
I carry things
this room forgets.
Every loud man
wants to be seen.
Real force moves
quiet and clean.
Step real slow.
Pressure loads.
Breath counts down.
But nothing blows.
Lights flash white.
Jaw locks tight.
Tongue hits chip.
Copper comes quick.
Swallow it once.
Keep vision wide.
Pain gets noted.
Never decides.
Hold the tether.
Hold the line.
All the facts.
Every time.
Force in reserve.
Conscience in control.
No blood worship.
Only the goal.
Hold the tether.
Hold the line.
All the facts.
Every time.
Force in reserve.
Conscience in control.
No blood worship.
Only the goal.
Fast hats chatter.
Steel vents shake.
Sub hits deep.
Old body wakes.
Watch and shoot.
Backblast clear.
Old call lands
inside my ear.
Rope through glove.
White finger numb.
Still hold weight
till daylight comes.
Cold taught patience.
Heat taught more.
Strength is knowing
what force is for.
Room wants chaos.
Beat wants speed.
I give neither
what they need.
No loose rage.
No blind command.
Every dark thought
gets checked by hand.
Mind stays loaded.
Aim stays still.
Code above anger.
Choice above will.
I could become
what the noise demands.
Instead I stand
with quiet hands.
Hold.
Cold.
Step.
Breathe.
Let the old self
show his teeth.
Name him flat.
Keep him near.
Men get lost
when they worship fear.
Hold the tether.
Hold the line.
All the facts.
Every time.
Force in reserve.
Conscience in control.
No blood worship.
Only the goal.
Hold the tether.
Hold the line.
All the facts.
Every time.
Force in reserve.
Conscience in control.
No blood worship.
Only the goal.
Two minds deep.
One scans doors.
One hears music.
One maps floors.
One wants silence.
One wants proof.
Both wear scars.
Neither gets loose.
Which one leads.
The one with code.
Which one bleeds.
The one I hold.
This is not peace.
It is duty awake.
A calm hand chooses
what not to break.
Kick drum splits.
Fast hats hiss.
Black room bends.
I do not flinch.
Smoke climbs up.
Red light cuts.
People press in.
Old instinct bucks.
Hands stay down.
Eyes stay clear.
No need showing
what I carry here.
No bright badge.
No medal shown.
No clean hero.
No victory tone.
All the facts.
No alibis.
Truth cuts straight
through practiced lies.
Heat in blood.
Ice in sight.
I know the dark.
I do not serve night.
Calm is command.
Heat stays caged.
Grief in the chest.
Rage gets aimed.
Threat in the walk.
Monk in the mind.
Hold the tether.
Hold the line.
Calm is command.
Heat stays caged.
Grief in the chest.
Rage gets aimed.
Threat in the walk.
Monk in the mind.
All the facts.
Every time.
Hold the tether.
Hold the line.
All the facts.
Every time.
Force in reserve.
Conscience in control.
No blood worship.
Only the goal.
Hold the tether.
Hold the line.
All the facts.
Every time.
Force in reserve.
Conscience in control.
Only the code.
Only the goal.
Boom back.
Boom bap.
Cold truth.
All the facts.
No gold light.
No victory sign.
Shadow on tile.
Still holding line.
Let it breathe.
Let it die.
Lights out.
Every time.