Iron Season

[Intro, whispered, reverb, slow piano] Cold morning... no sound... Just me and the weight. Iron season. [Hook, melodic, auto-tuned] It’s iron season, no room for weak, Pain is the price and I’m paying to speak. Cold hands, warm heart, I’m built from the fire, Every scar on my back is a step that got higher. It’s iron season, I don’t fold, I don’t break, I was made in the dark, now I’m awake. [Verse 1, drill flow, hard and rhythmic] Four a.m., the city’s asleep, I’m up with the demons I promised to keep. Chalk on my hands, chip on my shoulder, Every day I’m getting colder, getting bolder. They saw me struggle, never saw the plan, Now they watch me build it with my own two hands. No shortcuts, no luck, no handouts, no cap, Just sweat on the floor and a map in my head. Doubt in the mirror, I stare it down, Lost a few friends, but I found my crown. Rep after rep, I rewrite the past, Every day I’m moving like it’s my last. [Hook, repeat] It’s iron season, no room for weak, Pain is the price and I’m paying to speak. Cold hands, warm heart, I’m built from the fire, Every scar on my back is a step that got higher. It’s iron season, I don’t fold, I don’t break, I was made in the dark, now I’m awake. [Verse 2, melodic rap, emotional] I remember nights when I couldn’t sleep, Promises broken, got no one to keep. Mama working doubles, I watched her fade, Told myself I’d make it, make every sacrifice pay. Now the weight on my shoulders ain’t the weight on the bar, It’s the weight of the ones who believed from afar. I don’t talk about the pain, I let it lift, Turn it into power, that’s my gift. They said I’d fall, said I’d never rise, Now I’m standing tall with fire in my eyes. Heavy is the head, but the heart stays light, I’m walking through the dark just to find the light. [Bridge, beat drops out, soft pads, vocals pitched up] And if I fall... I fall forward. If I break... I rebuild stronger. Every storm that tried to take me Only made me hold on longer. [Final Hook, full beat returns, ad-libs] It’s iron season, (yeah) no room for weak, Pain is the price and I’m paying to speak. (I’m paying) Cold hands, warm heart, I’m built from the fire, Every scar on my back is a step that got higher. It’s iron season, I don’t fold, I don’t break, I was made in the dark, now I’m awake. (Now I’m awake) [Outro, slow, echoing] Iron season... Never ending.