[Verse 1: Cinematic-rap male MC, huge thundering drums, steady cinematic-rap delivery] I got a back like a busted folding chair Take the groceries one bag at a time up the stair Doctor said, "Don't lift a thing over twenty" So I carry the milk and I leave the rest empty July, the evening heavy and the light gone gold Kid next door underneath an old wagon, sixteen years old Changing his own oil 'cause his daddy wasn't round And the jack gave a pop and the car came down Heard a sound that a body shouldn't make Heard a sound like a branch about to break I was out of my chair before I knew I was going Bare feet on the gravel and the street lamp glowing [Hook: Cinematic-rap male MC, full strings and drums, big cinematic-rap hook] Heavy lifting, I don't know where it came from Bad back, both knees, and I picked up a ton Hold it, hold it, kid, roll out to the light Something lifted with me on Delmar that night [Verse 2: Cinematic-rap male MC, frame creak, the strings strain upward with a long metal frame creak, then the drums slam on the release] Got my fingers underneath where the bumper meets the frame Couldn't hear the street, couldn't even hear his name Every doctor in my head telling me to let it be Every nerve in my body saying, "This one's on me" And it came, man, it came, like the ground let go Like the whole earth leaned and it lifted it slow One inch, two inch, there's a gap and a shout And his mother on the porch as he wriggled on out Set it down so soft it didn't crack the light Sat down on the curb and I shook half the night Kid on the grass with a scrape on his chin Looking at the man with the back that's done in [Hook: Cinematic-rap male MC, full strings and drums, big cinematic-rap hook] Heavy lifting, I don't know where it came from Bad back, both knees, and I picked up a ton Hold it, hold it, kid, roll out to the light Something lifted with me on Delmar that night [Verse 3: Cinematic-rap male MC, strings rising, most powerful cinematic-rap delivery] Six weeks later, same wagon at the yard Rusted at the fender with the windshield starred Squatted at the bumper where my fingers fit before Pulled with everything I had and a little bit more Didn't move an inch, didn't even give a creak Didn't lift a hair and I was shaking at the cheek So I don't call it muscle and I don't call it me Something hit the weight that I couldn't even see Now I carry the groceries one bag at a time And I wave at the kid when he drives up the line [Final Hook: Cinematic-rap male MC, biggest strings and drums, loudest cinematic-rap hook] Heavy lifting, I don't know where it came from Bad back, both knees, and I picked up a ton Hold it, hold it, kid, roll out to the light Something lifted with me on Delmar that night [End]
