I did not ride a thousand miles to shake a stranger’s hand,
I did not cross a dozen county lines to understand the plan.
I showed up with my coat on and my reasons tucked inside—
I came to take exactly what they never thought I’d find.
Call it ambition, hunger, or just showing up too late,
You can dress it up in language or you can call it fate,
The truth is pretty simple and it does not need a speech—
I came to take what’s possible and drag it into reach.
The city did not love me when I pulled into its throat,
The gatekeepers all squinted like I had not got a vote,
But a locked door is an insult I answer with my shoulder,
And every wall I’ve broken through has only made me bolder.
I took the conversation and I took the upper hand,
I took the market corner that they swore nobody had planned,
I took the reputation of a man who does not flinch,
And then I took the whole damn thing by half an inch.
So if you see me coming, better make a little space,
I am not here for the handshake and not here for the grace,
I am here for the position and the leverage and the view,
And when I’ve got it all, I’ll work out what is next to do.