Don’t push the calm...
It got fractures in it.

Steel stare, still air, hand low by my side,
Whole room feel tense when I come in too quiet.
Gold gleam, cold seam, pain stitched in the fit,
I can make restraint look dangerous as it get.
Jaw tight, fog light, pressure all in the chest,
Say less, stay fresh, let the weak overshare the rest.
I got bruise in the posture, rage in the grace,
Nice coat, night throat, let the dark hold shape.
Everybody love composure till it turn to a threat,
Till the smile stay thin and the eyes don’t blink yet.
I ain’t built for the crash— I’m built for the sway,
Like a crack in the glass that still holdin’ its weight.

I don’t bark, I absorb it.
Let it stack, let it sting.
Then I move like mercy
With a mean little swing.

Glass jaw mercy,
Soft spot, hard face.
Glass jaw mercy,
I keep grace in a bad place.
One hit from the truth, I might break or bloom—
Glass jaw mercy,
Make the weakness look rude.

Blue smoke, black road, pulse under the calm,
I can turn hurt elegant, put a shine on the harm.
Sharp cut, half trust, all edge in the tone,
Learned young how to bleed without callin’ it known.
I’m not all the way healed— I’m just good in the frame,
Still got war in the lungs, still got heat in the name.
Every time I get pressed, I get cleaner, more still,
Like the danger in me only show up when it’s chilled.
Big talk die fast when the real walk in,
I don’t need loud power, I let the silence pin.
And the crack in my pride got polished so well
They mistake it for strength when it’s one breath from hell.

Maybe mercy ain’t soft.
Maybe mercy got teeth.
Maybe I been one touch
From losin’ my peace.
Mm...
One touch from losin’ my peace.

Glass jaw mercy,
Soft spot, hard face.
Glass jaw mercy,
I keep grace in a bad place.
If I break, let it break with control in the move—
Glass jaw mercy,
Make the damage stay smooth.

No shout... no scene...
Just tension in bloom.
Glass jaw mercy.