Aggression 2

Heart full of venom, tongue full of gunpowder, Thoughts in a chokehold, brain screaming “run louder”, Rage in my veins like a stampede of steel, I ain’t tryna die slow, I’m tryna fucking feel, Blood on the canvas, that’s my therapy session, Every bar a new blade, I’m just carving out the pressure, I don’t want peace, I want reasons to bleed it, I got all this aggression, and I need to release it

I been chain-smoking grudges since the eighth grade, Found solace in the echoes of a switchblade, Heartbreak, cheap liquor, and a migraine, Turned me to a landmine buried in my mindframe, Fuck a role model, I broke the clay mold, Turned that shit to shrapnel, let it rain cold, Family said “chill,” but my blood never listens, Every nerve is a fuse and my teeth are the flint, bitch, Ripping at the seams of my self-control jacket, Every button popping off, ricochet, black magic, I don’t meditate, I medicate with mayhem, Got a grudge with the mirror, wanna break my own face in, Every scar on my knuckles is a diary entry, Every cracked tooth from the grind, stress envy, I ain’t tryna flex, I’m just flexing these fractures, Dead boy walking with a halo made of bad luck factors, My psyche ain’t a house, it’s a condemned complex, Graffiti on the walls say “fuck all prospects”, Landlord is a voice in my head with an eviction, Kicking down doors in my chest like addiction, Slept on a bed of nails till I liked how it felt, Now I crave the discomfort, that’s my motherfucking wealth, If pain is a language, I speak it like native, Every scream conjugated, every cut illustrative, I’d burn a whole city just to feel less small, If the world’s gonna end, let me press that call, I’m the glitch in the code, the stain on the white sheet, The crack in the halo ‘round your nice clean psyche

I don’t want calm seas, I want waves that’ll snap masts, I don’t want soft hands, I want bruises that outlast, Bottle up the anger, then I twist till it explodes, Let the fragments of my hate spell my motherfucking code

Heart full of venom, tongue full of gunpowder, Thoughts in a chokehold, brain screaming “run louder”, Rage in my veins like a stampede of steel, I ain’t tryna die slow, I’m tryna fucking feel, Blood on the canvas, that’s my therapy session, Every bar a new blade, I’m just carving out the pressure, I don’t want peace, I want reasons to bleed it, I got all this aggression, and I need to release it