Yeah
$outhside, no peace
Breathe in—breathe out—fuck that
Click-clack thoughts in my head won’t pause
Tick-tock life got a death-row jaw
Backwoods rolled with the stress I saw
Heart beat fast like a raid on God
Split my soul for a moment of calm
Still broke, still sick, still dead in the palm
Mama want prayers, I talk to the fog
Every word I spit leave teeth in the wall
Eyes red, mind gone, veins full of static
Move too fast, life feel fucking erratic
Every step I take turn dark and dramatic
I don’t need hope, that shit synthetic
Cut my breath short just to feel alive
Count my sins like a daily grind
If I die tonight, don’t ask me why
I been ready since the first time I tried
Chop-chop soul, can’t slow my brain
Fast bars, cocaine cadence
Run from death but it know my name
Graveyard thoughts in the pouring rain
Chop-chop life, no time to think
Blink too long and you fucking sink
Say I’m fine but the mirror blink
Like “you still alive? I fucking think”
Rapid-fire syllables, pistol tongue
Spit so fast feel my wisdom run
Ain’t no crown, just a loaded gun
And a wish this shit would be over, son
Southside scars in my syntax
Cut so deep I relapse
Every breath come with flashbacks
Every beat feel like combat
I don’t sleep, I drift in hell
Dreams loop like a prison cell
Tried to quit, shit never gelled
Sobriety taste like a wishing well
Dig so deep for a sense of worth
Found a void and a little more dirt
If pain currency, I’m rich at birth
Bought my future, it fucking hurt
Chop-chop soul, can’t slow my brain
Fast bars, cocaine cadence
Run from death but it know my name
Graveyard thoughts in the pouring rain
Chop-chop life, no time to think
Blink too long and you fucking sink
Say I’m fine but the mirror blink
Like “you still alive? I fucking think”
Teeth grind when the bass hit loud
Mind split, can’t escape that sound
Crowd scream but I feel profound
Lonely even when I’m surrounded now
All this rage packed tight in lines
Spit so quick like I’m dodging time
If I slow down, I lose my mind
So I talk in bursts, like fragmented signs
Fuck faith, I tried that route
Only thing holy is what I doubt
If God listen, he phased me out
So I scream my truth till the lights blow out
Every bar like a razor slash
Past come back like unpaid cash
Future look like a burning path
Still I sprint full speed to crash
Slow it down—nah, fuck that
Speed it up—heart attack
One more line, one more crack
Brain on fire, spinal snap
Rattle-rattle thoughts won’t behave
Mind like a pit, no exit paved
If I don’t rap fast, I feel enslaved
So I outrun fear till the tempo break
This not music, it’s therapy
Screaming truths I don’t wanna see
Every verse just autopsy
Cut me open, that’s honesty
Chop-chop soul, can’t slow my brain
Fast bars, cocaine cadence
Run from death but it know my name
Still screaming life through broken chains
Yeah
No peace
Still breathing
Unfortunately
Soundsystem
