Lyric

Dad always said it’s in the blood

Talent and luck, born from above

I had no name, no golden start

Just empty hands and a heavy heart

I worked so hard, I played the game

But average lives don’t earn a name

The feed lights up with rising stars

While I’m stuck here behind the bars

Though the world runs on fame

Though I lose this race

There’s something they can’t erase

I’ll look back and say “not bad”

I’ll find peace in what I have

Small shop counter, simple meal

Nothing flashy, nothing real

A stranger said “This place feels right”

Those quiet words lit up the night

No bloodline, no stage, no throne

But who decides where I go?

The right to grade my own damn days

Still burns inside this quiet blaze

Though the world runs on fame

Though I lose every race

There’s something they can’t erase

I’ll look back and say “not bad”

I’ll find peace in what I have

The sky may fall, but I’ll still fly

This freedom’s mine, I own the night

Tonight I close another day

The winners rise, I stay the same

But somewhere deep, I know it’s true—

Happiness ain’t theirs to choose