Fall Back Stand Up

Fall back, stand up, still here, hands up
All that bad luck, left it packed up
No more handouts, no more backed-up
No more left out, now I'm racked up

Fall back, stand up, still here, hands up
All that bad luck, left it packed up
No more handouts, no more backed-up
No more left out, now I'm racked up

Took the long route, pressure never cracked us
Now it's full count, swinging like the last cut
Watched the ceiling spin in rooms that I barely knew
Kept my bag packed, never sure what I would do
Slept on floors
Hopped through doors
Counted scores
Crashed with four friends then more
Stayed on course
Felt that scorch
Paid the cost

Never begged fate, never let the chance rust
Kept the soul clean, even when my hands crushed
Stayed up nights with the fear in my jawline
Fought the storms just to breathe in a calm mind

Had some cold nights
Had some hot nights
Never seemed right
Each day new fight
Taught by the hard way
Raised where the cracks cut
Now, I draw lifelines
Right where the maps shut

Fall back, stand up, still here, hands up
All that bad luck, left it packed up
No more handouts, no more backed-up
No more left out, now I'm racked up

Fall back, stand up, still here, hands up
All that bad luck, left it packed up
No more handouts, no more backed-up
No more left out, now I'm racked up

Learned to sit still, steady when the room shook
Read my own path, not just what the world took
Stacked those days like bricks in a long wall
Some broke clean, some cracked on the long haul

Lived on less
Ached in chest
Felt unrest
No one guessed
Still I pressed
Did my best
Moved like chess
Passed each test

Walked through blackouts
Spoke through shutdowns
Learned to map out fears that spun round
Never lost grip, steady when the ground split
Held the line firm, anchored when the doubt hit
Held my grounding
Kept that sound in
Had the vibe in
Brought the fight in
Eyes like floodlights, scanning through the blind spots
Knew I had worth, patient when the time stopped

Saw the road twist
Took no safe list
Cut through thick mist
Made my own fist
Never let my aim die
Weathered when the rain high
Carried through my pain dry
Learned to keep my stance right
Wore those setbacks
Like my own tags
Learned from slip tracks
Never turned back
Stayed on track
No way back
Held that lack
Turned to stack

Fall back, stand up, still here, hands up
All that bad luck, left it packed up
No more handouts, no more backed-up
No more left out, now I'm racked up