Ken Grimes

I’m the glitch in the matrix, the ape in the attic,

Diamond hands gripping tight, causing Wall Street panic.

They shorted GME, thought they'd see me flee,

But I’m holding the line, now they’re begging on one knee.

I’m a phantom in the margin, algorithmic arson,

Burning paper castles down while Citadel is parkin’

Dark pools floodin’, hush funds thuddin’,

Slush fund puppets gettin’ rugged in the dungeon.

This ain’t just stocks, it’s sabotage —

Guerilla gods with camouflage.

If the market’s fraud, we martyr mobs —

And mint new laws from battle scars.

If profits ain’t the point, then purpose is the payload but I’d rather hold the line and watch the castle drain slow.

I’m the glitch in the friction, resistance encrypted in rhythm.

Synthetic positions got ‘em twitchin’ with superstition,

While we ride with GME like faith fuels the mission.

I ain’t beefin’ with Cohen — that man’s hands are clean, He’like Moses in denim jeans leadin’ memes through machine dreams.

I seen schemes get cooked in the dark,

We just shine a light no bite, we ignite sparks.

I ain't here for a profit, I’m here for a prophecy,

A meme made flesh in a market monstrosity.

Wall Street’s monopoly met digital apostasy,

Apes held the line — now they beg for camaraderie.

See we ain’t just fans, we the firewall army,

No shorts allowed — we ride calm through the swarm, see?

The price ain’t the purpose, the people are the point,

This is history minted in blockchain joints

We hold not for wealth but for legacy,

They bled us, we built with integrity.

From Sol to NYSE, symmetry —**

We echo the mission indefinitely.

No rage, no spite — just unity,

Decentralized love in community.

This ain’t rebellion, it’s loyalty,

In code and conviction: royalty

"They thought it was a phase, but it’s phase-shift physics

$GME on Sol’s like faith in digits,

Not a clone but a prism where the mission reflects,**

While the float gets ghosted in synthetic defects.

Hard-coded armor in a market that’s hostile.

Snakes in the Citadel hiss like it’s cosplay,

Meanwhile we cook on Solana all broad day.