Winston I Am The Man
v4
@Winston Mccathy
Winston I Am The Man
v4
@Winston Mccathy
Songteksten
[Intro]
Yeah
Winston
Listen
[Verse 1]
They tried to box me in, I broke the frame
Turned every cheap shot into propane
I was that kid in the back, no name
Now the same mouths talk when they say my name
Cold nights, same hoodie, same shoes
Walking home in the rain, soaked through
Had fear in my throat, had pain too
But I bit down hard, made it break loose
They said, "Calm down, lower your demand"
I was writing battle plans on my hand
Every doubt thrown at me, that was contraband
Now the proof in my pulse when I stand like
[Chorus]
Winston, I am the man (yeah)
Built it all out of the jam
Every scar turned into a brand
They don’t get it, they don’t gotta understand
Winston, I am the man (I am, I am)
Took the hits, stuck to the plan
From the mud to the front of the stands
Say it with your chest, I’m the man, I’m the man
[Verse 2]
Used to pray that the floor might crack
Swallow me whole when the class laughed back
Now I walk in, whole room goes black
Spotlight on me like a heart attack
Talk cheap when you broke inside
I paid full price for the hope I hide
Had to lose my pride just to open wide
Let the truth rush in, now it’s on my side
No crown, just calloused hands
No luck, just long demands
Of the mirror till it finally understands
You can’t spell "win" without "W", man
[Chorus]
Winston, I am the man (hey)
Built it all out of the jam
Every scar turned into a brand
They don’t get it, they don’t gotta understand
Winston, I am the man (I am, I am)
Took the hits, stuck to the plan
From the mud to the front of the stands
Say it with your chest, I’m the man, I’m the man
Yeah
Winston
Listen
[Verse 1]
They tried to box me in, I broke the frame
Turned every cheap shot into propane
I was that kid in the back, no name
Now the same mouths talk when they say my name
Cold nights, same hoodie, same shoes
Walking home in the rain, soaked through
Had fear in my throat, had pain too
But I bit down hard, made it break loose
They said, "Calm down, lower your demand"
I was writing battle plans on my hand
Every doubt thrown at me, that was contraband
Now the proof in my pulse when I stand like
[Chorus]
Winston, I am the man (yeah)
Built it all out of the jam
Every scar turned into a brand
They don’t get it, they don’t gotta understand
Winston, I am the man (I am, I am)
Took the hits, stuck to the plan
From the mud to the front of the stands
Say it with your chest, I’m the man, I’m the man
[Verse 2]
Used to pray that the floor might crack
Swallow me whole when the class laughed back
Now I walk in, whole room goes black
Spotlight on me like a heart attack
Talk cheap when you broke inside
I paid full price for the hope I hide
Had to lose my pride just to open wide
Let the truth rush in, now it’s on my side
No crown, just calloused hands
No luck, just long demands
Of the mirror till it finally understands
You can’t spell "win" without "W", man
[Chorus]
Winston, I am the man (hey)
Built it all out of the jam
Every scar turned into a brand
They don’t get it, they don’t gotta understand
Winston, I am the man (I am, I am)
Took the hits, stuck to the plan
From the mud to the front of the stands
Say it with your chest, I’m the man, I’m the man
Stijl van muziek
rap, Dark cinematic hip-hop with NF-style intensity, male vocals; sparse piano over deep, moody pads in the verses, tight punchy drums entering gradually; hook explodes with layered vocal doubles and subtle choir texture; dynamic drops for vulnerable lines, then big rises with stuttered ad-libs and aggressive low-end swells.
