(Intro – Spoken / Low)

(Intro – Spoken / Low) They taught us how to win… Before they taught us how to live. (Verse 1) This is a man’s world, built from stone, From broken backs and broken homes, From midnight shifts and silent screams, From borrowed hope and stolen dreams. Streetlights flicker like dying stars, Every scar says who we are, You learn real fast, no safety net, Just loaded dice and cold regret. (Pre-Chorus) They said, “Be strong. Don’t ever bend.” So we learned how to pretend. (Chorus) Yeah, this is a man’s world — Cold and deep, Where wolves don’t cry and lions don’t sleep. Where love is quiet, pride is loud, And pain gets buried underground. But even kings, When crowns fall through, Still bleed… like you. (Verse 2) Suit pressed sharp, heart still torn, Smiles rehearsed every morning, Handshakes lie, eyes confess, Every win tastes like distress. We learned to die before we lived, Gave away more than we ever gave, Built our names on sleepless nights, Paid in years, not in fights. (Pre-Chorus) No applause for broken bones, No flowers for the overthrown. (Chorus) Yeah, this is a man’s world — Hard as steel, Where silence is the way we heal. Where weakness never gets a name, And every tear feels like shame. But even kings, Behind closed doors, Still bleed… in wars. (Bridge – Raw / Minimal) Who holds the strong when strength is gone? When the mask stays on too long? Who hears the warrior’s final prayer, When nobody’s really there? We built our thrones from dust and pride, Called it power, called it life, But every crown is just disguise, For tired hearts and haunted eyes. (Verse 3) We don’t fall — we fade away, In suits and ties and debts to pay, We don’t beg — we just endure, Smile wide, pretend we’re sure. Every empire starts with pain, Every crown is forged in rain, Every legend bleeds in time, Every peak has its decline. (Chorus – Final / Strong) Yeah, this is a man’s world — Dark and true, Where dreams get heavy and skies turn blue. Where you earn your place in scars, Not in likes and rented cars. But even kings, No matter who, Still bleed… like you. (Outro – Half Tempo / Whispered) Let them praise your throne. Let them cheer your name. They’ll never know… what it costs to reign.