Title: LOAD LIMIT [Verse 1] Steel toe soul on a cracked-ass floor, Same dry speech, same locked door. “Be a team player,” read that line, While they stack their weight on my spine. Clock hand drags like a rusted chain, Smile on cue, swallow that strain. If I ever say “no,” you hear “fight”— You don’t see shit past your own green light. [Pre-Chorus] You want quiet? You want tame? Then why you building all this flame? [Chorus] I’m at the load limit, frame gonna creak, Bolts all scream when the floorboards speak. If you want my back, you’re gonna feel that hit, Every buried pound that you called “just grit.” You want calm surface, dead-eyed blend? I’m the crack in the beam that will not bend. If your world needs blood just to stay legit, Then I’m the fault that ends that shit. [Verse 2] You sell grind like a holy prayer, “Die for the brand, breathe company air.” But your logo don’t lift when my ribs go sore, It just smiles bigger and it asks for more. Clipboard kings in a glass-walled nest, Judging who’s “weak” while they stay dressed. If I ever slip, I’ll still die real— You can’t fake weight when the plates all peel. [Pre-Chorus] You want quiet? You want tame? Then why you forging all this flame? [Chorus] I’m at the load limit, frame gonna creak, Bolts all scream when the floorboards speak. If you want my back, you’re gonna feel that hit, Every buried pound that you called “just grit.” You want calm surface, dead-eyed blend? I’m the crack in the beam that will not bend. If your world needs blood just to stay legit, Then I’m the fault that ends that shit. [Bridge – spoken over build] Count each pound, stack each lie, Mark each “soon” you let go by. You say “it’s fine,” you say “you’ll last”— Then act surprised when the welds don’t hold fast. [Breakdown] No more “hold that line” for free, No more weight that’s not on me. If it all caves in when I push back through, That collapse belongs to you. [Final Chorus] I’m at the load limit, frame gonna creak, Bolts all scream when the floorboards speak. If you want my back, you’re gonna feel that hit, Every buried pound that you called “just grit.” You want calm surface, dead-eyed blend? I’m the crack in the beam that will not bend. If your life needs blood just to stay legit, I’m the break in the chain that won’t permit.
