[Intro] You had Too many long nights Too many closed fists Too many wrong fights [Verse 1] You flinch when the door hits You hide when a phone rings You sleep in your sneakers Ready to run from anything I see the scars that you fold in your sleeves Names that you never say Houses you had to leave You grew up praying that the floorboards stayed quiet Dinner like a riot Hands on your throat, had you begging for silence But I’m here now Whole different script now Anybody touch you They get ripped down You don’t gotta watch the exits You don’t gotta pack a bag You just breathe I’ll carry every flag [Chorus] If anyone tries, I’m willing to go to jail or a morgue I’ll trade my freedom, or my breath, or my blood for yours I love you too much I love you too much (yeah) You been through hell, that’s enough, now they answer to the lord If anyone tries, I’m willing to go to jail or a morgue [Verse 2] All those “men” that were monsters All those nights that they stomped you Every bruise, every busted lip Got a list, I could hunt through You still shake in your sleep Mutter names in the dark I kiss your forehead and swear I’ll be teeth, I’ll be spark I’ll be the wall ‘tween you and the world You ain’t never gonna cry like that again, girl Let ‘em talk slick, I don’t argue on phones I show up in person, I break every bone You ain’t property, you ain’t prey, you a crown Anybody pull you down, I put ‘em in the ground I ain’t playing, I ain’t calm, I’m a storm Try you once, they get read like a form [Chorus] If anyone tries, I’m willing to go to jail or a morgue I’ll trade my freedom, or my breath, or my blood for yours I love you too much I love you too much (too much) You been through hell, that’s enough, now they answer to the lord If anyone tries, I’m willing to go to jail or a morgue [Bridge] I’m not your past I’m your last line They want smoke? Then it’s flatline You gave me trust Like a loaded gun Point it at me I won’t run (nah) [Chorus] If anyone tries, I’m willing to go to jail or a morgue I’ll trade my freedom, or my breath, or my blood for yours I love you too much I love you too much (hey) You survived fire, now I stand at the door like a sword If anyone tries, I’m willing to go to jail or a morgue

rap, Hybrid rap-metal beat with detuned riff guitars and slammed drums, male vocals that swing from low snarls in the verses to screamed lines in the hook. Aggressive, chest-thumping energy with occasional half-time drops; distorted ad-libs and gang shouts thicken the chorus. Mix leans gritty and upfront, leaving space for a few melodic fragments on the key lines., metal

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