Floored

I learned hunger makes a feast out of crumbs on the plate, Had to shoulder every loss now there’s muscle in the weight. They love you when you’re useful, call it love to your face, But the truth don’t need applause; it still cuts through the praise.

I was broke, rich in doubt, had a million-dollar fear, Now the dream pays rent, but the pressure still lives here. Funny, once you find your voice, everybody wants a verse, They ignored you at your best, then remember you at first.

I don’t flex what I bought; I flex what couldn’t buy me, Kept my soul when every number told the label how to price me. Success ain’t reaching heaven, it’s surviving what you prayed for, ’Cause the crown becomes a ceiling when you’re scared to raise the floor.