About to Start

Australian underground rap, felt piano opening and low guitar textures over tight syncopated drums; the user's own recorded male voice, gritty and close-miked, moving from intimate spoken lines and measured pauses into rapid internal-rhyme runs and a rhythmic gang-shouted hook; short snare build and beat cut before each drop, final-chorus brass stabs and crowd responses; clean, powerful mix with clear words, deep warm sub, restrained tension rising to chest-hitting 808s and cracking snares; 94 BPM with offbeat accents

[Intro - Piano, spoken] Some mornings the weight gets up before I do. Same ceiling. Different fight. [Verse 1 - Measured rap] House full of noise, still the room felt small, Learnt to read the mood through a crack in the wall. Shoes by the bed, kept an eye on the door, Couldn't tell peace from a pause in the war. They say "you made it" like it's one clean leap, Don't see the nights still borrowing sleep. Smile for the shift, keep the wheels in line, Then sit in the driveway buying more time. Engine off. Can't move. One more breath till I make it through. I don't need to feel invincible, Just get up when it feels impossible. [Build] If that past never pulled at you, Be glad it's a road you didn't walk through. I've been bent, been bruised, been pinned— But the weight don't win! [Chorus - Shouted, full drop] WEIGHT DON'T WIN! I'M STILL HERE! TURN THAT SHIT UP, LET THE WHOLE BLOCK HEAR! BACK TOO SORE, BUT MY FEET DIG IN! I MIGHT GO DOWN— BUT THE WEIGHT DON'T WIN! [Verse 2 - Fast flow] Bills on the bench and the brain won't settle, Kettle clicks twice while I wrestle the pressure. Little old triggers turn minutes to miles, Still got a job and a life to reconcile. Not every victory comes with applause, Sometimes it's eating and opening doors. Sometimes it's saying "I'm struggling, mate," Before all the pressure decides my fate. [Beat cuts] Hold up. I ain't finished. Bad day came, but it ain't my limit. Can't change the start that they handed the kid, Can change what I do with the day that I'm in. [Bridge - Halftime] I won't call every scar a gift. Some things hurt. I learned to live. No medal needed for the state I'm in— Just one more step. [Final Chorus - Bigger drop] WEIGHT DON'T WIN! I'M STILL HERE! TURN THAT SHIT UP, LET THE WHOLE BLOCK HEAR! BACK TOO SORE, BUT MY FEET DIG IN! I MIGHT GO DOWN— BUT THE WEIGHT DON'T WIN! [Outro - Spoken] Heavy morning. Still got up.

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