Room Too Small

Room too small, still I walk in tall
Room too small, make the back wall call

I pulled up dressed like the main event
Gold on the cuff, but the zipper bent
Venue sign says: FRIDAY NIGHT
Handwritten poster, one L in spotlight
Peeling mirror backstage, giving me advice:
"Fix your collar, hero, then charge them twice"
Borrowed extension cable snakes by my shoe
One dead monitor saying, "Not me, you"
Crowd got elbows touching, chairs in a line
I said, "If this is the arena, then the arena is mine"
My entrance so grand, the coat hit the fan
I nearly high-fived the fire-exit plan

Room too small, but we make it loud
Room too small, still I own this crowd
No big stage, no velvet wall
Room too small, watch me fill it all

Second song starts, microphone coughs twice
Then dies in my hand like it saw the price
Drummer points left, sound man points right
Somebody's auntie says, "Try it one more time"
I tap that mic like a stubborn old phone
Then raise my bare voice and claim my zone
No monitor, so I read every face
Turn the front row into my speaker place
I pass the cable like a jump-rope line
Make the whole room clap on the repair-time sign
If the plug wants drama, let the plug be the star
I rap so close the back row hears my scar

Say, "Who needs space?" — We don't need space!
Say, "Who needs space?" — We make the place!

No kick, no bass, let the small room breathe
No painted backdrop, nothing up my sleeve
That peeling mirror told me, "Stand up straight"
Now every face is the frame around the stage
One breath, one word, then the silence falls
I don't need props when I can move these walls

Room too small, now the ceiling's gone
Room too small, sing the whole thing on
No big stage, no velvet wall
Room too small, watch me fill it all

Fill it all — every chair, every hall
Fill it all — even when the signals fall

Room too small.
Still, I made it legendary.