(Verse 1) Another morning, another monster gotta push through, Feel the fire in my chest, my chest starts tightening, can't move. 'Cause I know if I do, I know what I'mma go through, but If I give in now, what's that mean for the hell I barely survived? Voice in my head whispers, "just this one time," but I know that's a lie, It’s a trick I used to fall for, every single time I tried to fly. I'm lookin' back at all the wreckage I fought to escape, I won't lose this progress for a five-minute death grip, cause then it's to late... (Chorus) It’s a grind, twenty-four seven, running out of my mind. One foot on the line, tryna leave the history behind. Cravings hit hard, yeah, I feel 'em every hour, A daily war, gotta muster up the power. I will not break. No more mistakes for the devil's payment. I'm awake, I see the damage, and I won’t take. The rest of my soul is now mine, no debate. (Verse 2) Sweat is cold, the feeling's real, it starts in my gut, Pulls me down, got me hitting every single rut. Hands are shaking, my vision’s blurring, gotta fight it off, I feel the grip, but I refuse to slip and cough it out. It's a heavy anchor, and I want to let it win, But I swore I'd never go back to that skin. I hate this vicious need, this sickness, this vulture's call, Gotta stand, stay solid, refuse to fall. (Chorus) It’s a grind, twenty-four seven, running out of my mind. One foot on the line, tryna leave the history behind. Cravings hit hard, yeah, I feel 'em every hour, A daily war, gotta muster up the power. I will not break. No more mistakes for the devil's payment. I'm awake, I see the damage, and I won’t take. The rest of my soul is now mine, no debate. (Verse 3) It gets quiet for a second, then the thoughts start to creep, “Just a little bit, come on, you earned a little rest from the fight." That’s the liar talking, tryna drain my light, Countin' the days, but the numbers don't mean nothin', If I crash tomorrow, the past was all for dust. I don't trust that voice, I know where that road goes, Straight back to zero, where the cold wind blows. I'm arguing with myself in this empty space, Tryna keep my footing, gotta hold my pace. (Verse 4) Pressure building up behind my eyes, I feel the heat, Every single time is a choice, every breath is a beating of the past. How long can this last? This feeling of being bound and gagged. I walk the block, tryna shake the heavy weight of the shame I wear— Sobriety's a battle, still fighting off despair. Chemical lie, a whisper, a threat, I push it down, every time I dare to breathe clean air. I just wanted out, I just needed it to stop. (Chorus) It’s a grind, twenty-four seven, running out of my mind. One foot on the line, tryna leave the history behind. Cravings hit hard, yeah, I feel 'em every hour, A daily war, gotta muster up the power. I will not break. No more mistakes for the devil's payment. I'm awake, I see the damage, and I won’t take. The rest of my soul is now mine, no debate. (Bridge) My teeth are clenched, my fists are white knuckles on the wheel. This is a fever dream, every vein is what I feel. The sickness runs deep, through the bone and through the brain. It screams for release, but that release is only pain. I face the mirror, hate the man I used to be, And I choke the old ghost trying to swallow me. This is the final test, the fire, the pit, I hurt, I burn, but I will not slip! (Verse 5) Sun is setting, I survived another day, But the war starts over when I wake up, no delay. This isn't a victory lap, it’s a checkpoint only, 'Cause the shadow waits for me to feel lonely. But I'm built for this now, I learned to take the hit, I’ll keep on grinding, never once will I quit. Gotta stay tight, gotta keep the flow high, I look that craving dead in the eye and say "Not I." (Chorus) It’s a grind, twenty-four seven, running out of my mind. One foot on the line, tryna leave the history behind. Cravings hit hard, yeah, I feel 'em every hour, A daily war, gotta muster up the power. I will not break. No more mistakes for the devil's payment. I'm awake, I see the damage, and I won’t take. The rest of my soul is now mine, no debate. (Outro) That's the final count. I'm still here.
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