The City: 7 Pounds

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STUDIO

[Chorus]
Hush now, my little one, close your heavy eyes,
Daddy’s gonna shield you from the tearing of the skies.
Don't you walk the road I walk, don't you wear my shoes,
I'll take all the darkness so you never have tooooo.
Sleep now, my little one, safe inside your bed,
I will do whatever it takes... just to keep you fed.

[Verse 3]
Midnight hitting, speakers spitting, driving down the block,
Hands are shaking on the wheel, eyes are on the clock.
Black hoodie pulled up tight, bandana on his face,
Walking through the double doors, adrenaline is lacing—
Every single vein, he just needs a couple bills,
Just enough to buy a week, just enough to warm the chills.
He pulls the heavy iron out, points it at the till,
Voice is cracking when he screams, "Nobody has to be killed!"

[Outro]
The clerk is frozen, terrified, hands above his head,
"Just open up the register, my baby must be fed!"
The drawer pops open, cash is grabbed, but pride gets in the way,
The clerk lunges from the side, deciding not today.
A scramble on the linoleum, a desperate, frantic fight,
He thinks about the crib at home, he thinks about the night—
Two hands upon the heavy steel, a finger slips, and then...

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[Verse 1] Twenty-two years old, standing in a sterile room, Watching his whole life begin while staring at a tomb. The monitor went flat, she slowly slipped away, She left him holding seven pounds of heaven that day. No manual for this, no mother’s gentle touch, Just a terrified young man who had to care too much. He looked into that plastic crib, saw her eyes looking back, And swore right then and there he’d keep his broken life on track. He swore he'd be the anchor, he swore he'd be the shield, And a minimum-wage paycheck won't stop a baby's cry. Eviction notice on the door, the power’s getting cut, Every avenue he tried to walk slammed completely shut. Pacing in the dark, shadows creeping up the wall, Pride is just a luxury right before you take the fall. He digs into a dusty box hidden in the floor, Pulls a heavy piece of iron he swore he'd touch no more. He stares into the mirror, sees the demon waking up, But a father's gotta do it when there's nothing in the cup. [Chorus] Hush now, my little one, close your heavy eyes, Daddy’s gonna shield you from the tearing of the skies. Don't you walk the road I walk, don't you wear my shoes, I'll take all the darkness so you never have tooooo. Sleep now, my little one, safe inside your bed, I will do whatever it takes... just to keep you fed. [Verse 3] Midnight hitting, speakers spitting, driving down the block, Hands are shaking on the wheel, eyes are on the clock. Black hoodie pulled up tight, bandana on his face, Walking through the double doors, adrenaline is lacing— Every single vein, he just needs a couple bills, Just enough to buy a week, just enough to warm the chills. He pulls the heavy iron out, points it at the till, Voice is cracking when he screams, "Nobody has to be killed!" [Outro] The clerk is frozen, terrified, hands above his head, "Just open up the register, my baby must be fed!" The drawer pops open, cash is grabbed, but pride gets in the way, The clerk lunges from the side, deciding not today. A scramble on the linoleum, a desperate, frantic fight, He thinks about the crib at home, he thinks about the night— Two hands upon the heavy steel, a finger slips, and then...

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