[Intro: spoken, male rapper, radio static, muffled] Bell to topside. Diver two at six hundred Still workin'. Still breathin' [Verse 1: male rapper, muffled like it's underwater] Six hundred feet, the water's black, and the pipe is cold as debt Twenty-eight days inside a steel can, ain't seen the sun yet Breathin' helium and oxygen, my voice comes out a cartoon When I call you on the comms, you laugh before I'm through Weldin' on a pipeline with a light the size of a fist Everything down here can kill me, and I'm countin' every risk Then the topside radio crackles, "Ray, you got a call" And I hear a brand-new baby cryin' through a steel wall Born at four-fifteen, seven pounds, and I'm stuck below Can't come up to hold her, 'cause the bends'll kill me if I go [Hook: powerful female soul singer] Come up slow, I'm not goin' nowhere Every foot you climb, I'm climbin' with you Come up slow, if you rush it, it'll break you I'll be at the top, waitin' on you [Verse 2: male rapper, harder, decompression] They bleed the pressure off by inches, four more days of climbin' blind Watchin' baby pictures on a tablet that's a week behind Third night, Lena called, and her voice was miles down Said she loves the baby, but she cannot find the ground Said she sits up in the bathroom so the baby won't hear her break Said she loves her more than air and doesn't know how much she can take And it hit me like the water does at six hundred feet She's been down there too, just a different kind of deep Ain't no chamber for a mother, ain't no gauge up on the wall Nobody bleedin' off her pressure, nobody watchin' her at all [Hook: powerful female soul singer] Come up slow, I'm not goin' nowhere Every foot you climb, I'm climbin' with you Come up slow, if you rush it, it'll break you I'll be at the top, waitin' on you [Verse 3: male rapper, rising, the drums get heavier] So I keyed the comms and told her what the old divers told me Pressure don't care how tough you are, you let it go slowly Rush it and it boils in your blood, and the strong ones fold Take it foot by foot, and you'll be standin' when you're old I'll be home on Sunday, and the night feeds are on me You take the bed, the long shower, every hour that you need Seven pounds of daughter, and we're both comin' up for air Hold on, Lena. Foot by foot. I'm almost there [Final Hook: the underwater filter opens, the full band in the clear, powerful female soul singer] Come up slow, we're not goin' nowhere Every foot we climb, we climb as two Come up slow, ain't no prize for rushin' I'll be at the top, and then I'm comin' back for you [Outro: spoken, male rapper, clear for the first time] Surface. Hatch is open I see you [End]
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