Who am I

No mirror.
No crowd.
No cover noise.
This is drill state.
This is who I am
when the mind clears.
When it's quiet, who am I then?
Strip the sound, let it fall.
No disguise, no applause now,
Just the shape of me through it all.
Tap... rack... go...
Built my name in the pause between breaths,
Watching, shoot - only when it's correct.
I don't rush just to prove I exist,
Every move got intent, every second got depth.
Tap, rack, go - thought recovery,
Malfunction in the mind, I clear it mentally.
200 meters - confirm what you see,
Positive ID before identity speaks.
Back blast clear - I know what I break,
Every action got weight, every risk calculated.
They fire emotion, I fire alignment,
That's the difference between noise and assignment.
When the world gets loud, I stay centered...
When the masks fall off, what's left enters...
When it's quiet, who am I then?
No reaction, no disguise.
If the room goes still for a moment,
Do I recognize my mind?
Back blast clear.
Stand firm.
Seen jokers rapid rate fire with no control,
Open window, 35 mil - still miss the soul.
Sprayin' lies, call it power, call it fame,
Empty mags, still playin' the game.
Watching, shoot beats panic loud,
I don't fire for crowds - I fire for now.
They don't clear rooms, they flood 'em with noise,
Confuse the weak, recruit the boys.
I don't kill bodies, I kill the lure,
Expose the trick and the joke gets bored.
Jokers die slow when ignored by truth,
Identity solid - bulletproof.
I don't need to be louder...
I don't need to be seen...
If I sit with myself in the silence,
I know exactly what I mean...
Tap.
Rack.
Go.
Back blast clear.
Watching.
Shoot.
When it's quiet, who am I then?
No reward, no disguise.
If I don't say a word for a minute,
I still recognize my mind.
Discipline remains.
Identity isn't loud.
It's consistent.
The jokers fade.
The disciplined remain.