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Paris P - Forever Heights

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_Stay On ft BM North

This song came from noticing how often volume gets mistaken for value.

I wrote it thinking about rooms where the loudest voice keeps winning by default, not because it has anything worth holding onto, but because silence feels risky. It’s about watching intelligence, creativity, and kindness get sidelined while confidence gets weaponized.

The lyrics move through that realization slowly. First the confusion, then the recognition, then the quiet grief of understanding that survival sometimes meant shrinking yourself.

I remember thinking cool meant
You knew something
Like you had a secret map
Or a better way home

I thought it was the quiet ones
With notebooks bent
Drawing whole worlds
During attendance

There were kids with songs
Half finished
Kids who could see storms
Before they hit

But the mic kept landing
In the same damn hand
The kid who learned early
How to talk loud and stand

They gave the mic to the wrong kid
And called it confidence
Said volume was vision
And fear was dominance

They gave the mic to the wrong kid
And we all played along
Because staying unnoticed
Felt safer than being wrong

I thought being cool meant
You were kind under pressure
Turns out it meant
You could embarrass someone better

Trip a kid once
Laugh first
Suddenly that was power
That is how you earned your place

There were kids with timing
Kids with grace
Grace did not matter
When the room ran on pace

They gave the mic to the wrong kid
Because he filled the space
Not because he said anything
Worth saving

They gave the mic to the wrong kid
And the rest of us learned
How to fold ourselves smaller
Until attention burned

And here is the part
Nobody says out loud

None of us liked it

We were just afraid of the crowd

We knew it was hollow
We knew it was thin
But survival looked like silence
So we called it fitting in

Years later it hits you
Like a bad joke
That all that clout
Had an expiration note

The kids who stayed quiet
Were never behind
They were building lives
While the noise killed time

They gave the mic to the wrong kid
And mistook a reaction for truth
Mistook the fear they caused
For proof of anything at all

They gave the mic to the wrong kid
But the song outlived the room
And the ones who listened closely
Finally got to choose

I do not think about that room much anymore
Except when I hear someone speak
And realize
They never got the mic back either

They Gave the Mic To the Wrong Kid

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