She says I'm a woman but she needs a man to survive
He says I'm a man but he needs his money to thrive
He says I'm a kid but he killed his best friend
She says I'm a mother, drags her screaming child by the palm of her hand
It's 12am and I'm getting breakfast
Lost my job and feeling reckless
The more you're trapped, the harder you fight
Pushed down so hard, makes you get it right
Pressure tears the weak apart
I knew the final days were close to my heart
Nothing like being killed to make you alive
Nothing like being suppressed to make you rise
Pressure the best, let them prove
They're better than the rest
I'm falling away, tonight, within..
Music
12 years ago
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