VERSE 1 I’m in a pressure-cooker coffin, crackin’ porcelain with force again, Course I’ve been a walking scorch-event, torchin’ every portion spent. Life’s a twisted orchestra, distortin’ all my orbit’s spins, I’m tryna breathe but every second squeezes like it’s morphine-thin. Sarcasm in my bloodstream “oh yeah, I’m fiiine,” While I’m draggin’ every deadline like a landmine behind my spine. Time slaps me in the face like “rise and grind,” I wanna tell it: “kiss my sheet,” but it rewinds then redefines. My mind’s a carnival of fhok-ups, funhouse-mirror punchlines, Every sunset’s just a warning shot disguised as lunchtime. I’m tongue-tied, watch the punchlines hunt mines, cut lines I spit so dense it bends the front row back like rusted gun-spines. I’m sick of this “keep calm” sheet I’m raw-nerve, clenched-jaw, ready-to-rip-palms sheet. Life keeps barkin’ like a guard-dog, starvin’ for conflict, So I roar back louder Make the whole d*mn cosmos flinch. VERSE 2 I’m tired of smilin’ like a bish on a billboard, While my insides riot like a ship hittin’ steel-storms. I got dreams that scream in a pitch you can’t feel, lord They scratch at my ribs like scribes with a kill-sword. Every day’s the same lecture: “be grateful, be stable,” Yeah cool while I’m flippin’ my table, tryna decode the fable. Existence is a prank show filmed under a cable, Trip once and it brands your whole life like a label. I’m volcanic, ironic, atomic Tryna stay calm but my pulse is demonic. People tell me "breathe deep," But the air feels toxic, Like the oxygen trolls me Bruh, even my lungs are obnoxious. I’m boxed in a clock’s grin, mockin’ my caution, Walkin’ on eggshells that crack into options “Lose your sheet now, or lose it with process,” Either way the cost is my sanity’s auction. HOOK I’m sick of this “keep calm” sheet I’m raw-nerve, clenched-jaw, ready-to-rip-palms sheet. Life keeps barkin’ like a guard-dog, starvin’ for conflict, So I roar back louder Make the whole d*mn cosmos flinch. BRIDGE I try to “flow with the river,” but it’s draggin’ me under, Thunder in my stomach turnin’ hunger into blunders. Life whispers “go gentle,” but I’m done bein' subtle I'm a muzzle about to snap in the middle of struggle. FINAL VERSE I’m the fist through the drywall, the howl in the hall, The last nerve gasping under gravity’s brawl. I’m the meltdown you schedule between errands and calls, The human grenade with the pin half-off. I’m so fhokin’ fed up I could bite through a brick, My heartbeat’s a war-drum timing every tick. I’m sick of bein’ patient, sick of playin’ slick, If life swings first again, I’m swingin’ back twice as quick. No targets but the chaos that keeps chewin’ my days, No hatred but the system that keeps losin’ my way. I'm a wildfire personified, fueled by mistakes I don’t want peace I want everything to FEEL my quake.
