I don’t need applause, I need acceleration Pulse don’t spike unless there’s separation From calm, from ground, from anything slow My mind stay airborne even laid low Planet life itch like a bad withdrawal Hands curl tight when the engines stall I pace floors like I’m missing a limb Only whole when the pressure caves in I don’t smoke to feel good, I smoke to feel even Same reason I push till my vision starts leaving That squeeze on the chest, that fade to black That’s the moment my thoughts finally snap They call it addiction, I call it design Some of us built for the stress of the grind I tried sitting still, tried playing it safe Couldn’t recognize myself in that form or shape Mercenary nights, contracts stay thin But the math don’t lie when you lean all in Angle precise, timing exact One bad move and the bounties bite back I don’t chase bodies, I don’t chase fame Just that quiet split-second where almost nothing remains No past, no future, no second guess Just force, intent, and gravitational stress Doctors say stop, friends say chill None of them been to where the world stand still When the HUD fades out and the noise goes flat That’s peace — and you can't argue that Ground feels heavy like unpaid debt Gravity asking for something I never said But I owe no man, I don’t owe this place I owe this ship some momentum and open space If it ends ugly, that’s all part of the work I clocked in knowing how the risks convert Time into scars, scars into proof I lived a lot longer than i was ever meant to No shame in the brake, that shits just not for me I'll keep riding the pull chasing down my enemies Some spray better, and few can match my speed But for me its just a habit — a limit to exceed
