Pressure Mechanic
Yeah.
Mic check,
one-two.
City lanterns flickering, we just trying to break through.
Turn the headphones up.
Look.
Step out the door and the pavement is freezing,
Chasing a dream while the skeptics are teasing.
I pen out the pressure,
I lock in the vision,
No room for mistakes when you own your position.
They talk a big game 'til the pressure is mounting,
I'm stacking the hours,
the minutes I'm counting.
From zero to hero,
they wanted the static,
I turned all the chaos into a mechanic.
Keep the head high when the sky starts to gray,
We build up the future and pave out the way.
Don't wait for the moment,
go grab it and own it,
They sleep on the craft 'til you go and outgrow it.
(Yeah,
outgrow it.)
Look at the clock and it's past midnight,
Chasing a spark in the pale blue light.
Ink on the page like a map to the treasure,
Putting in work that you can't even measure.
They look for the shortcut,
they look for the wave,
I'm building a lane that is out of the grave.
No luck in the formula,
strictly persistence, I cut through the noise and I bridge the resistance.
Keep the head high when the sky starts to gray,
We build up the future and pave out the way.
Don't wait for the moment,
go grab it and own it,
They sleep on the craft 'til you go and outgrow it.
Yeah.
Just keep writing. Keep moving.
One bar at a time.
Peace.