Blacks Down

Lyrics

Sweat on my brow, fire on the grill

Knife in my hand, but I’m standing still

Orders keep coming, but I can’t keep up

While he’s on his phone , sipping from his cup

I’ve run this place like it’s my own

Know the menu, made the bones

But when it’s time to take the fall

He’s the first to miss my call

They say, “Work your way to the top”

But I’m just climbing, while he lets me drop

Now I’m standing in the rain

Waiting for someone to let me in

Left my blacks on the kitchen floor

I can’t do this anymore

I gave my all, but it’s never enough

Now I’m drowning in what I’ve given up

Twelve-hour shifts, knives in my back

Breaking my hands to cover his slack

He signs his name, takes the praise

While I burn under this heat every day

I held this kitchen on my own

But a house of cards will fall alone

And now I’m out here, cold and torn

Wondering why I ever swore

They say, “Work hard, earn your way”

But I only earned another lost day

Now I’m standing in the rain

Waiting for someone to let me in

Left my blacks on the kitchen floor

I can’t do this anymore

I gave my all, but it’s never enough

Now I’m drowning in what I’ve given up

Maybe I’ll find a place that sees me

Maybe I’ll cook for the ones who believe me

Maybe the rain will wash me clean

Maybe I’ll finally learn to breathe

So I walk away, my head held high

No more burning just to survive

Left my blacks where they walked on me

But now I’m free, now I can breathe