[Verse] Worn-out threads on a number nine, Faded red and blue, like a ghost of a fight. He never said a word, just handed it to me, A crown on a shelf with no king to be. [Pre-Chorus] No trophy case, no fame on the wall, Just his hands, rough, calloused, standing tall. But I feel it in every beat, in every strain— This jersey’s my rebellion, my silent refrain. [Chorus] This jersey’s my war, this jersey’s my prayer, No glory in the past, just the weight in the air. He never cheered, but I hear him now— Silent pride screaming loud, *“You’re still the proud!”* This jersey’s my war, this jersey’s my flame, Dying in the yard, but I’m still the same! [Verse] Stitched with dreams, torn at the knee, Every scar a story he never spoke to me. I walk the field with a fire in my chest, Not for the name, but for the man with the rest. [Pre-Chorus] No medals, no press, no headline in the sun, Just the echo of a laugh beneath the run. But I carry his silence like a weapon, a flame— This jersey’s my armor, no need for a name. [Chorus] This jersey’s my war, this jersey’s my prayer, No glory in the past, just the weight in the air. He never cheered, but I hear him now— Silent pride screaming loud, *“You’re still the proud!”* This jersey’s my war, this jersey’s my flame, Dying in the yard, but I’m still the same! [Bridge] No one sees the blood beneath the seams, No one hears the love in his broken dreams. But I wear it like fire, like a vow, like a sin— This jersey’s not glory, it’s *his* skin. [Chorus] This jersey’s my war, this jersey’s my prayer, No glory in the past, just the weight in the air. He never cheered, but I hear him now— Silent pride screaming loud, *“You’re still the proud!”* This jersey’s my war, this jersey’s my flame, Dying in the yard, but I’m still the same! [Outro] Still the same… Still the same… Still the proud…