No Throne Without Blood

“You want the crown? Then learn what it costs.”

Built my name from broken men, Turned betrayal into rent. Every hand that fed or feared me Still signs off what I invent.

There’s no throne without blood, No crown without flame. You can polish your glory — But I remember the names.

The deal was inked in whiskey breath, Paid in silence, sealed by death. Truth ain’t gold, it’s iron red, And power sleeps where mercy bled.

They call me king, but kings still fall — The higher the chair, the colder the wall. You don’t rule, you just survive, Long enough to stay alive.

There’s no throne without blood, No crown without the scars. Every empire’s built on ashes — And I still own the stars.

“Don’t envy the throne… Envy the man who earned it.”

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