Life is 'bout to switch on me, blade slip on a late shift, Sinking in a cold room, taking on a straight risk. Stuck inside a grey brick building with an old wound, Sitting in the dark space, waiting on a paid debt. Every time the bad news hits under all this dark gloom, Knowing that it hits back, bleeding from a blade slip. Nowhere left to move through, drowning in a state risk, Spitting out a raw verse, asking why I hate this. Used to wake up grinning at the morning for no damn reason, Now I'm staring at a cracked mirror, watching every season Turn to slush on the driveway, stress on the highway, Living through the back pain, looking at my own flaws. Pressure building heavy in the ribs like a chest wall Caving under dead weight, waiting for the rest to fall. This beat is the only place I throw all the bad blood, They hear the mess and love the wreckage when the sound floods. Fuck it, I keep dropping tracks anyway, that's the one fix That eases up the load before the heavy anger kicks. I don't know if this is the break I been waiting on, Or another sudden wreck out on the pavement, homie. The sky keeps dropping down lower every single night, We just keep riding through the dark looking for the light. Hold the wheel steady when the road starts cracking up, 'Cause ain't nobody coming out to come and back us up. Woke up in a cold sweat, hard debt, bouncing off an old check, Hanging by a strained neck, falling through a train wreck. Year after year every single low keeps reloading its clip, Carving in a deeper cut while everything is taking a dip. Watch how the noise moves through the midnight downpour: Engine idle cold, listen while the tires roll, Distant, miles go, bitter on a wire pole, Spitting through a cracked lip, sitting in a black pit, Ripping up the car title, tripping on a hard shift Gasoline, kerosene, shadows on a video screen, Tear at the seam, suffocating on a shattered dream. Asphalt freezing over, shoulder getting colder, Blinking at the dash light, carrying a boulder. Navigating neurological damage, managed by a habit That I gotta drag across the gravel, savage when I grab it. Money never sealed a single leak inside my fucking skull, It just buys a prettier box to hold a spirit getting dull. They call it raw talent when I'm screaming till my voice cracks, Feeding off the panic as it runs along my spine tracks. I don't know if this is the break I been waiting on, Or another sudden wreck out on the pavement, homie. The sky keeps dropping down lower every single night, We just keep riding through the dark looking for the light. Hold the wheel steady when the road starts cracking up, 'Cause ain't nobody coming out to come and back us up. Look, I'm sick of the friction, addicted to picking the scab of affliction, Corrupting the rhythm, I'm hitting the gas with a reckless decision Stuck in the middle of double the trouble, the panic is coming in fast, The trouble is doubling, stomach is bubbling, how long is this gonna last? Anxiety crowding the collar, I'm down to a dollar, the sound of the engine is drowning the holler, I'm bound to the power of counting the hours, the souring tower is starting to topple and totter Anatomy shattered, the battery drained, and the memory stained, The apathy heavier, heavily chained, while the agony rained Tolerating medication, navigating daily aggravation, Suffocating, hyperventilating, elevated animation, Complicated situation, operating with no hesitation, Contemplating retaliation, driving at a full acceleration! I'm chopping the why-is-it-landing-on-me into microscopic shards, And flipping the pain into fuel for the fire while dealing with terrible cards Bleeding the fuel line, reading the sign post, Feeding the shadow that's eating the ghost, Overloaded, mind is corroded, system is bloated, explosive, decoded Pushed into a corner with my back against the pine board, Fighting for the breathing room that I can never ask for! Now slow it down... take a breath... let the beat rest... 'Cause silence is too damn loud, and it's eating through my chest. I don't know if this is the break I been waiting on, Or another sudden wreck out on the pavement, homie. The sky keeps dropping down lower every single night, We just keep riding through the dark looking for the light. Hold the wheel steady when the road starts cracking up, 'Cause ain't nobody coming out to come and back us up. It's closer than it was yesterday, pulling tighter on the weight every single day. Don't know if it cracks the door open or just cracks me more in the same way. Silence is too damn loud, so I press record and play the game. Fuck it. When it lands... I'll put it in the tape.
