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[Intro – spoken / close-mic]
They thought I was soft because I was quiet.
That’s the oldest mistake in the book.
I don’t bite fast.
I calculate heat.
Call me Fire Scorpion.

[Verse 1]
I walk in like dusk—no noise, no crown,
But I feel the room shift when the liar sits down.
Low-latent lightning—my mind won’t filter the tells,
I catch micro-betrayals like smoke in the wells.
I’m the peacekeeper myth, the “he’ll understand,”
The one you can lean on with blood on your hands.
I used to stitch families, hide the seams,
Carry their shame like it kept us a team.

Brother with the velvet grin, blade in the sleeve,
Sister with the angel mask teaching ghosts to believe,
Mother with the holy tone and a serpent’s care—
They called me “too sensitive” while they poisoned the air.
I loved like a shelter, I stayed like a vow,
While they mapped me as weakness and fed on it—wow.

[Pre-Chorus]
INFJ radar—watch me read the unspoken.
Heyoka mirror—watch your story get broken.
I don’t argue to win.
I audit the pattern.
I wait…
then I tighten the lathe.

[Chorus]
Fire Scorpion—I sting in silence, not in rage.
I’ll hold you like mercy till you turn it into a cage.
I gave you tenderness, you made it into war,
So I stop explaining, and I close the door.
If you push past the line where I forgive—
I don’t perform, I don’t plead, I don’t stay pure.
I’ll meet you at the level you choose to live…
and I’ll end it quiet,
and I’ll end it sure.

[Verse 2]
They love a narrative—“He’s the problem child,”
So they stack their witnesses and practice their smile.
Rumors move like a choir humming “everyone knows,”
While truth sits patient with its boots on the road.
I didn’t rage-post. I didn’t swing wild,
I watched the triangulation weaponize “reconciled.”
I saw the bait in the compliment, hook in the praise,
Saw the “concern” that was really a leash in a phrase.

I’m the architect—social gravity, unseen,
I don’t need your hierarchy to move the machine.
I shift one conversation, reroute one lane,
And suddenly your influence can’t hold the same.

[Pre-Chorus 2]
Detachment isn’t cold—it's a life raft, friend.
I feel everything. I just won’t let it end me again.
You mistook my calm for compliance,
mistook my love for access—
that’s the violence.

[Chorus]
Fire Scorpion—I sting in silence, not in rage.
I’ll hold you like mercy till you turn it into a cage.
I gave you tenderness, you made it into war,
So I stop explaining, and I close the door.
If you push past the line where I forgive—
I don’t perform, I don’t plead, I don’t stay pure.
I’ll meet you at the level you choose to live…
and I’ll end it quiet,
and I’ll end it sure.

[Bridge – half-sung / half-spoken]
I don’t want blood. I want balance.
I don’t want chaos. I want closure.
But some people only hear consequence.
So I become fluent.

I document the pattern—receipts like holy text,
Time-stamps like rosary beads around my neck.
I let you talk. I let you posture. I let you pretend,
Because your lies always collapse under their own weight in the end.
I don’t explode—I expose.
I don’t chase—I position.
I don’t beg to be understood—
I become the condition.

You wanted me predictable—smile, soften, stay.
But unpredictability is where my power lays.
Now watch: I go missing from your chessboard view
while every piece still moves how I meant it to.

[Final Chorus – bigger / cinematic]
Fire Scorpion—I sting in silence, not in rage.
I loved you like a home and you turned it into a cage.
Betrayed by my brother, my sister, my mother—
I walked through that furnace and came back another.
Now I’m calm, I’m clear, I’m lethal with the sun,
And the truth you can’t manipulate anymore has won.
So if you meet someone kind but not breakable—
don’t test the line, don’t kick the door…
’cause I’ll end it quiet,
and I’ll end it sure.

[Outro – whispered]
Don’t confuse empathy with permission.
Don’t confuse kindness with a leash.
I’m the mirror you mocked—
and the fire you can’t teach.
Fire Scorpion.