MUSIC FOR SALE

GLASS CEILING
VERSE 1
They live in velvet - I’m raised in the crowd,
Silver spoon status - I wear truth like a shroud.
Their power is bloodline, doors open wide,
I grew up in pressure - where the real ones survive.
Front row in life - but they don’t know the cost,
Champagne keeps pouring, their ice never lost.
Their “charisma” - networks, protection, a shield,
They don’t fight for a place - they were placed on the field.
Feeds shining bright - filtered success,
Angles hide breakdowns, the cracks and the stress.
Their “I made it” - a staged display,
Where likes mean more than the life you portray.
While I’m in rooms with no names, no light,
Writing in margins, refining my sight.
Talent in silence - no stage, no applause,
If no one sees it - is it real or just lost?

CHORUS
Gold in the windows - a glass ceiling high,
They’re born in the spotlight - I learned to survive.
“They say talent will rise” - yeah, maybe it might,
But I’m breaking myself just to reach through the night.
Light in the storefront - but truth’s in the code,
Some get a highway - some carry the load.
If luck is a ladder that pulls you ahead,
Then who built the steps - and who profits instead?

VERSE 2
I know a young voice - hits hard like a storm,
But he’s never been signed, never shaped into form.
No access, no entry, no map, no guide,
Talent in darkness - nowhere to rise.
Another writes lines like a blade on a page,
Cuts to the bone - both a doctor and sage.
But rent doesn’t wait and the bills never sleep,
So talent just fades where the silence runs deep.
They feed us the line: “just work and you’ll climb,”
But who holds the wheel? Who’s scripting the lines?
Backroom deals, last names, invisible codes,
Doors open wider for those that they chose.
I’m not even bitter - I just see it clear,
This game isn’t level - it’s rigged from the rear.
But I won’t step back - I’m going all in,
And if I break through - that’s the price of the win.

CHORUS
Gold in the windows - a glass ceiling high,
They’re born in the spotlight - I learned to survive.
“They say talent will rise” - yeah, maybe it might,
But I’m breaking myself just to reach through the night.
Light in the storefront - but truth’s in the code,
Some get a highway - some carry the load.
If luck is a ladder that pulls you ahead,
Then who built the steps - and who profits instead?

BRIDGE
No filters, no fairytales - raw and exposed,
Some start on a pedestal already composed.
No heroes, no saviors, no clean destinies,
You build who you are through pressure and bleed.

OUTRO
No gold in my pockets - just fire in me,
I carve out a path where the truth can be free.
If doors stay locked - I’m breaking them down,
Pressure behind me - I turn it to sound.
I’m not just a shadow inside of the code,
I’m the glitch in the system - I break the mode.
From ashes to motion, from will into flame,
From nobody’s signal - they’ll remember my name.