Tools Down

Tools Down You say you need me, but I feel the strain, Every word, every move, it's all the same. You don't see my heart, just the work I bring, Like I'm a hammer or a chisel, not a human being. Treating me like tools in your workshop, Building your dreams while my love gets dropped. I'm more than the labor, more than the grind, But you keep on leaving my soul behind. I'm not your screwdriver, twisting in your plans, I'm not a pawn in your empire's stance. Calling shots, while I'm breaking my back, Now I'm stepping out, no more running your track. I gave you my passion, gave you my care, But all you see is what's useful there. No more bending, no more pain, I'm walking out, reclaiming my name. Yeah, I'm done with the grind, I'm done with the role, Can't shape my heart when you're carving my soul. Tools down now, I'm building my throne, You'll see me shine when I'm standing alone.