Verse 1
I stepped out the haze with a face like rent due
Thirty-seven winters, still hard to offend you
They talk big math, I talk bad luck receipts
My pockets got holes but my pride got seats
I read the room like a mugshot novel
Every smile look borrowed, every promise look hostile
I’m a cold case file with a warm little grin
One foot in the gutter, one foot in the wind
They asked if I’m blessed, I said, "Define blessed"
If pain got a zip code, I’m on top of that list
I keep my thoughts locked up, city ain’t safe
Even my shadow got bail and chose not to stay
Pre-Chorus
Everybody got a theory, nobody got proof
I been on the edge so long it started feeling cute
I could sell a moonrock to a room full of skeptics
Then laugh at the ledger like, "Who really checked it?"
Chorus
I’m the joke they can’t decode
Cold case soul, hot coat
Laugh so hard, I might float
Still broke, still woke
I’m the joke they can’t decode
Old pain, fresh road
Smiling like I know
What they don’t know
Verse 2
I seen kings in cheap chains act rich for the night
Wake up with a headache and a borrowed highlight
They preach like prophets with a dirty little grin
Then panic when the bill for the truth rolls in
I keep my ethics in a paper cup
Half full, half "what the hell, give it up"
I’m a poet with receipts and a crooked gold tooth
Every hard truth funny when it gets too loose
They said "build your future," so I built me a fence
Around my bad ideas and my common sense
Now the wolves at the gate want a quote, want a name
I gave them a shrug and a punchline with shame
Bridge
If the sky keep score, let it bend, let it fold
I been rich in the cracks and poor in the gold
I’m not lost, just entertaining the cold
Same old bruise, different story told
Chorus
I’m the joke they can’t decode
Cold case soul, hot coat
Laugh so hard, I might float
Still broke, still woke
I’m the joke they can’t decode
Old pain, fresh road
Smiling like I know
What they don’t know