This the last quiet one.
After this, I don’t explain.

This the last quiet one.
After this, it don’t stay tame.

You can test what you want.
You can push if you need.

This the last quiet one.
After this, I don’t speak.

(oh… oh…)

I’ve been measured.
I’ve been steady.
Kept the temperature leveled and ready.

You confuse restraint for mercy.
You mistake the calm for empty.

There’s a ledger in my posture.
Every slight get filed away.
I don’t react in public.
I adjust in quiet ways.

You hear silence.
I hear timing.
You see patience.
I see lining

everything up
so when it shifts
it don’t look loud—
it just exists.

This the last quiet one.
After this, I don’t explain.

This the last quiet one.
After this, it don’t stay tame.

You can test what you want.
You can push if you need.

This the last quiet one.
After this, I don’t speak.

No threats.
No scene.

Just shift.

This the last quiet one. (last one)
After this, I don’t explain.

This the last quiet one. (last one)
After this, it don’t stay tame.

You can test what you want.
You can push if you need.

This the last quiet one.
After this—

I don’t speak.