[Intro – Background conversation] (Voices low, overlapping) [Second Voice] Man… people really don’t know how close they get, huh? [First Voice] You ever feel it just creep up on you? [Third Voice] Like you watching yourself get mad from the outside. [Second Voice] Whole world lookin’ regular, but you see red. (Beat drops) [Verse 2 – First Voice (slow build)] I’m walkin’ down the block with my jaw locked tight, Whole day sittin’ heavy on the edge of the night. Hear soles on the concrete, tap‑tap in a row, Every step beatin’ out a rhythm I don’t show. Shoulders feel tight like the sky leanin’ down, Every little sound in my ear too loud. Streetlights flicker like they tryna set me off, Fog in my chest, heart stuck in a cough. My palms get warm, fingers curl in a fist, Not swingin’, just holdin’ onto something I missed. [Hook – Voice 1] It starts low, little spark in my chest, Tiny little heat I can’t quite rest. Climbs up, turns red in my throat, Feels like fire tryin’ to climb out my coat. Then I breathe and I watch it slow, Feel that flame turn soft in the glow. Same world, same street, same road, But it don’t own me, no. [Verse 2 – Fourth Voice hard (boil over)] (low, bitter laugh) Now my vision go narrow, edges blur out, All I see clear is the face I’m mad about. Jaw grind stone, I can hear my teeth scrape, Neck vein jump like it’s tryin’ to escape. Heart slam hard like a fist on a door, Heat run hot from my head to the floor. Every little memory come back with teeth, Words feel sharp like they cut underneath. Knuckles itch cold, lookin’ hard for a wall, Mind draw maps how to make ‘em feel small. Not scared of them, just scared of me, Of what I might do if I let that spree free. [Bridge – First Voice (shift toward release)] I feel it climb, same rush, same burn, Same red curtain tryin’ to cover what I learned. Neck hot, ears ring, world tilt to the side, Thoughts race fast like a runaway ride. I catch my own shadow in a piece of glass, See a stranger in the outline starin’ back as I pass. So I stop for a second, let my feet stand still, Let my chest rise slow, let my lungs refill. Cars still roll, lights still change, But the scene in my head start to rearrange. [Verse 3 – Third Voice (letting go)] If I chase that high, I just feed that flame, Give ‘em rent‑free space, let ‘em sign my name. So I count one beat, then another, then three, Watch the color in my vision drop from red back to green. My shoulders fall down from up by my ears, Hands uncurl slow, life reappears. Street look simple again, just grey and line, Not a stage for revenge, just a way back mine. [Final Hook – All Voices] It starts low, little spark in my chest, Tiny little heat I can’t quite rest. Climbs up, turns red in my throat, Feels like fire tryin’ to climb out my coat. Then I breathe and I watch it slow, Feel that flame turn soft in the glow. Same world, same street, same road, But it don’t own me, no. [Outro – Fourth Voice] Yeah… Heat come, heat go. I don’t gotta go with it.
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