[Intro] This ain’t a lullaby It’s a mouthful of matches And I keep striking sentences Just to see who flinches
[Verse 1] I was raised on “use your inside voice” Like truth was furniture You could scratch if you spoke too loud
Stayed small Folded myself into polite paragraphs Soft edges Round vowels Sent every anger to voicemail
But silence is a sneaky landlord Raises the rent on your ribs Until every unspoken thing Costs you another breath
So I started stealing syllables back One side-eye at a time One “actually That’s not okay” Mumbled into the sink
[Chorus] Now my tongue got calluses From climbing out of my own throat Every word a busted knuckle Every pause a power cut
I don’t do quiet compliance I do shaky Sweaty honesty Voice cracking Hands trembling Still speaking
Because this mouth This trembling Traitor mouth Is the only megaphone My heartbeat’s ever gonna get
[Verse 2] People say “you’re too much” Like I’m a volume knob They’re entitled to twist
But they never saw The days I swallowed comebacks Like broken glass Smiled blood And called it compromise
They never counted How many times my reflection Asked me “why do you keep disappearing Just to keep their comfort visible?”
Today I am done being a dimmer switch For somebody else’s fragile peace
[Chorus] Now my tongue got calluses From climbing out of my own throat Every word a busted knuckle Every pause a power cut
I don’t do quiet compliance I do shaky Sweaty honesty Voice cracking Hands trembling Still speaking
Because this mouth This trembling Traitor mouth Is the only megaphone My heartbeat’s ever gonna get
[Bridge] So if my truth Hits you like a slammed door Ask yourself Who built the hallway like a trap
I am not here To decorate your denial I am here To set off every smoke alarm in it
I am here Mouthful of matches And I finally Finally Like the taste of flame
Musikstyle
Raw spoken-word slam over sparse upright bass and brushed snare, snaps as the main pulse. Vocal rides a dynamic arc from near-whisper confession to full-throated shout, with breathy breaks and sharp enjambments. Occasional reverb swells underline key punchlines, leaving plenty of space for pauses and crowd reaction., poetry, spoken word