Pressure Lines {W.I.P}

[Intro] Yeah I learned to read the room like rent was due in it [Verse 1] Pressure on my chest like a fist in a tailored coat I was taught to take the hit, then turn it to a better quote Elevator broke, so I climbed with a bag of doubt Every floor had a different voice tryna talk me out Out of pocket, out of patience, out of alibi Still I found a diamond vein in the dirt I had to pry Mama said, “Boy, never fold where they want you bent” So I made a map from the cracks and the consequence Small-town sirens, big-time hunger in a paper cup Dreams on the table, but the table kept breaking up I seen friends turn fractions, then act like they came whole Seen truth wear a cheap suit just to play a bankroll Now I move with the calm of a shark in a chlorine pool Clean on the surface, but the current got a deeper pull If the world want a corpse, I show up with a pulse and pen And write my way out the coffin they tried to tuck me in [Hook] Pressure make diamonds Pressure make sense Pressure on my back, but I’m still on the fence Pressure make diamonds Pressure make moves I bend, I don’t break That’s the way I move [Verse 2] They call it luck when a wound learns how to sing in tune I call it work in the dark where the wolves don’t loiter through I was counting old receipts in a room with a busted fan While the landlord’s shadow crawled through the crack in the jamb You can hear how a man gets made in the way he speaks One part weathered steel, one part crooked creek I took lessons from the block, from the bench, from the back of the line From the kid with the split lip grinning like he had a design Reputation like a tattoo on a borrowed sleeve Looks permanent till the first wash, then it starts to leave I don’t chase applause, I chase the point where the pain gets named ’Cause a thing can’t haunt you right if you’ve already framed the shame They sell fear with a logo, dress survival as a trend But the bill still comes due when the trending ends I got verbs in my pocket, nouns with a scar on ’em Sentences sharp enough to put a seal on a jar, on ’em Let ’em talk from the porch while I build from the basement Same dirt, different vision, different math in the placement [Bridge] Look Pressure don’t just crush you It reveals the cut Who gon’ blame the weather When the roof was never up? [Verse 3] I been the kid with the key that don’t fit every door Still I turned it like truth till it bit back for more Double meaning in my lines, I’m a mirror with a grudge Reflecting what they dodge, then I make the silence judge If the odds are a choir, I’m the note they can’t keep A low frequency prayer with a crooked heartbeat I don’t need a crown to know where the weight fell Some kings wear gold, some kings carry freight well I seen “success” turn slick, then slip on its own pride A polished little coffin with a fast food inside So I keep my circle small, like a bullet hole ring And my words got ranges where the coldest truths sing Every scar on my timeline is a streetlight I beat by Every loss got a pulse, every bruise got a reply I came up where the faucet coughs and the floorboards talk Where a good day’s a plate and a bad day’s chalk Now I’m writing with the grit of a wrench in a hymnbook Turning hard times into lines that the whole block rebuked This is not bravado, this is pressure refined A stone with a story and a blade in the shine If they ask what made me, tell ’em strain and patience Two hands on the wheel through the same damn stations [Hook] Pressure make diamonds Pressure make sense Pressure on my back, but I’m still on the fence Pressure make diamonds Pressure make moves I bend, I don’t break That’s the way I move