🃏 The Deck | Burning Coal / Born Again
🎤 Intro Frame
The news trades in noise.
I trade it into song.
Ghost choir holds the memory.
Lead cuts through with the truth bullet.
✍️ Version 1 — Morning First Take (Raw)
(Live Draft / Open Mic Note)
1234 4321 — the light bends behind me.
Rolling coal robbery, IMF sons singing currency.
Black hole bends, bills already paid.
Jake brakes hiss for the little towns’ sake.
Please slow down. You’re driving too fast.
Confusion distracts — don’t look back.
Not your disease, but your selfie that takes the cake.
No mirror in front of me can steer out of fear.
Hammer down, straight through George’s Strait.
If you’re going to pass — hit the gas.
123 → 321. Hold.
Late brakes, taco brakes, burning brakes.
Jake brakes hum in the night.
Rolling Coal with Robert E. Lee.
Going back in time, 1885.
Compression brakes, metal plates, friction finds precious metals with heat.
333 → 123 → born again.
🎶 Version 2 — Words for a Gun (Refined)
V1
123 → 4321
Black hole bends the light behind me.
Coal smoke sermons in a selfie parade,
I’m not the mirror you drive with —
Hammer down, fear fades.
Pre
High on the wall — (wait) — late brakes
Jake brakes hiss, mercy for the town’s sake.
Chorus
Rolling Coal with Robert E-e-e Lee
123 → 321 — black hole bends, light runs.
Jake brakes hiss, burning Coal / born again sound.
Backups (ghost choir):
“That’s where you will find me — if we’re going back.”
Bridge
333… 123… Born again, fire set free.
Maggot cakes, smackers, snakes,
Grass they lay, my family’s song.
We get along, 123 → 321,
Born again in the fire I run.
Final Chorus
Rolling Coal with Robert E-e-e Lee — not me,
Flags in the rearview, future on key.
If you’re gonna pass, hit the gas — then breathe.
Jake brakes whisper: let the town sleep.
Backups (ghost choir):
“That’s where you will find me — if we’re going back.”
Outro
123 → 333 → 321
Light bends — truth holds.
Backups (looping):
“That’s where you will find me — if we’re going back.”
Lead
“Things you see… Words for a gun.”
🗒️ Notes / Context
Morning Take = raw, news-fed rhythm (the spark).
Refined Deck Version = polished companion, mythic treatment (the forge).
Together they show the arc: from chaos to clarity.
🃏 Stay Human / Stay Tuned
This is just a fragment — I’m building the full picture, piece by piece.
The mafia never stops moving, the system never sleeps — but neither do we.
If you want the receipts, the context, and the rhythm behind the lines, follow me over to the long form.
TJB / Creator Human
#PowerNotes #StayHuman #TheDeck #WordsForAGun
