Artistic Anxiety

Note - This track is about anxiety. Many levels of anxiety from mild to extreme. Some people cant go out in public or even work. Iam sure you have family or friends that have anxiety and suffer from it. This is an awareness to those people and i reach out with my warming hugs. [Hook] Heartbeat stutters like a warning sign Thoughts too loud for a peaceful mind I paint in panic, I breathe in rhyme This pressure ain't fake — it's how I survive [Verse 1] Clock hands twitch, mind skips a beat Eyes wide open while the world sleeps Pace that room like it owes me truth Write my fear in a crimson loop Skies don't break — they just hold weight No escape, just shift the state Latin drums chase what I can't speak So I drop bars where I should've weeped [Verse 2] Lungs on fire but I spit calm Poetry sharp like a stolen psalm They say chill, I say nah — not now My thoughts dance wild like favelas howl Can't numb this — it's my ignition Trap and tempo match my friction Every verse a cracked confession Every beat my own procession [Hook] Heartbeat stutters like a warning sign Thoughts too loud for a peaceful mind I paint in panic, I breathe in rhyme This pressure ain't fake — it's how I survive [Verse 3] I ain't broken — just wired strange Dream in loops, compose in range Walls don’t echo — they absorb my scream Still I lace it in a DnB stream Caffeine pulse, nerves in bloom Sweat writes sonnets inside my room Still run laps 'round every doubt You can’t drown noise that grew without [Verse 4] Write in strobe, think in fire Hooked on chaos but it’s choir Latin soul with a trap-born twitch Pressure’s code in every glitch Drumline knows what silence hides Art ain't peace — it’s what survives No chorus saves, just hold this line Repeat the pain, make rhythm mine [Hook] Heartbeat stutters like a warning sign Thoughts too loud for a peaceful mind I paint in panic, I breathe in rhyme This pressure ain't fake — it's how I survive [Bridge] Anxiety don’t whisper — it roars But I write till it opens doors This ain’t healing — it’s translation Of the storm I turned to vibration [Outro] Fade with fists, not white flags raised If I’m trembling — that’s my praise Drum still rolling, breath still raw This is fear turned into law Scorpio Sound