SOLD! (Daddy War Bucks Era) (Founder’s Cut)

Well the deal came in this mornin’, and the money hit today,
All the ones who questioned judgment ain’t got much they care to say.
They picked apart the details, said the numbers wouldn’t land,
Now I’m standin’ by the Wasi sayin’, “Just like I had planned.”

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Seventy feet of steel bones, thirty tons of patient weight,
Sat through all the second-guessin’, bidein’ there to validate.
As-is, where-is, plain and simple, that’s the way I set the frame,
Turns out when you hold your ground, the outcome looks the same.

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Bring a crane and your final nerve,
Steel that a lifetime’s meant to serve.
If you know what something’s worth,
You don’t dilute it just to swerve.
Now the cheque has cleared and the whole town talks,
I’m in my Daddy War Bucks Era.
Still got mud on my boots when I make that walk,
In my Daddy War Bucks Era.

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No more sidebar narratives, no more quiet re-define,
No more movin’ lines around to blur what’s yours and mine.
This one showed up ready, knew exactly what to do,
Measured twice and closed it clean — like it was always due.

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Bring a crane and your final nerve,
Steel that a lifetime’s meant to serve.
If you know what something’s worth,
You don’t dilute it just to swerve.
Now the cheque has cleared and the whole town talks,
I’m in my Daddy War Bucks Era.
Still got mud on my boots when I make that walk,
In my Daddy War Bucks Era.

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I ain’t claimin’ vindication, don’t need banners or a stage,
But it’s quieter in the margins when the outcome’s on the page.
Might buy a round down at the hall, let the story settle in,
Some things don’t need sayin’ loud to show you where they’ve been.

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Bring a crane and your final nerve,
Steel that a lifetime’s meant to serve.
If you know what something’s worth,
You don’t dilute it just to swerve.
Now the cheque has cleared and the whole town talks,
I’m in my Daddy War Bucks Era.
Still got mud on my boots when I make that walk,
In my Daddy War Bucks Era.

Bring a crane and your final nerve,
Steel that a lifetime’s meant to serve.
If you know what something’s worth,
You don’t dilute it just to swerve.
Now the cheque has cleared and the whole town talks,
I’m in my Daddy War Bucks Era.
Bridge got sold and the line held firm—
I’m in my Daddy War Bucks Era.

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