Yeah… You hear that? That’s pressure bruv. That’s thunder in ribcage weather. There’s a storm in my chest, can’t settle, Lightning bolt thoughts, mind on metal, Heart go boom like bassline kettle, Can’t calm down, this rain won’t let you. Storm in my chest — I’m wired, Pulse on flame, soul on fire, Wind in my lungs, I breathe that choir, Pressure builds — I rise up higher. Pressure gauge redline, ribs vibratin’ Brain like thunderclap — no hesitatin’ Mind state militant, storm calibrated Pain turned fuel, now I’m storm-generated Chest like a war drum — boom bap riot Silence ain’t safe when the heart gets violent Calm on the surface but inside I’m pilot Of a hurricane spinning — no fear of the climate Static in lungs when I breathe too fast Flashbacks hit like lightning blasts Tried to bury the rage but the roots hold fast Now I weaponise pain — that’s growth, no mask Tick tick time bomb tempo Mind in crescendo, strings on tremolo Vision go tunnel, focus go narrow Rain hit hard but I never go mellow I was built from the dark like thundercloud matter Rain on my skin made ambition get fatter Wind at my back make the doubters scatter Now every heartbeat hit harder and badder Hear it rumble… Feel it crack… All that pressure in my back… I don’t fold, I don’t lack… Turn that storm into attack. There’s a storm in my chest, can’t settle, Lightning bolt thoughts, mind on metal, Heart go boom like bassline kettle, Can’t calm down, this rain won’t let you. Storm in my chest — I’m wired, Pulse on flame, soul on fire, Wind in my lungs, I breathe that choir, Pressure builds — I rise up higher. Cold rain nights, I survived that freeze Storm made spine from the broken knees Pain made drive, now I don’t say please I plant my feet when the wind disagrees Hear that thunder? That’s hunger talk Every setback turned muscle to walk Lightning strike when I step on chalk Outline king when I enter the court Heart rate spiked but I channel it proper Storm don’t break me — it makes me sharper Mind like steel with a tempest armour Turn anxiety into armour-plated karma Breath go heavy, chest feel tight But that same tight chest make hunger ignite Dark sky overhead? That’s fuel for flight I don’t fear that storm — I BECAME that might Skippin’ through raindrops, syncopated rhythm Garage swing kick make the chest start hittin’ 2-step bounce but the soul stay driven Storm in my ribs but I love that feelin’ Pulse like sub in a basement rave Lightning flash when the crowd go brave Wind in lungs like I ride that wave Tempest-born, I don’t need no save Sometimes it’s heavy… Sometimes I shake… Sometimes the silence is too much to take… But every crack in the sky I face Turns to a spark that I can’t erase… That storm ain’t curse — it’s power awake. Storm in my chest — let it roar! Heart like thunder hit the floor! Rain don’t drown me anymore — I AM the weather, hear me roar! Storm in my chest — no rest! Pressure forged, now I’m blessed! Wind and fire in my breath — Turned my pain to greatness, yes! You call it anxiety… I call it ignition. You call it pressure… I call it position. Storm in my chest? Good one bro. That means I’m alive, init...
