Can’t Hide

I’m posted up, faded, my face in a frown,

Eyes heavy like the weight of this town.

Weed in my lungs but it don’t bring peace,

Just dulls the edge of a mind on a leash.

Rockin’ this chain, shirt floral, look calm,

But I’m ragin’ inside, like a nuke in my palm.

Mirror don’t lie, but I still fake the calm,

A war in my soul with no fuckin’ alarm.

Pressure been buildin’, it’s loud in my dome,

Screamin’ in silence while I sit here alone.

Pain in my eyes, yeah, they bloodshot red,

High as a kite but I’m stuck in my head.

Can’t hide it — nah, I’m breakin’ inside,

Feelin’ like I’m fallin’ while the world just rides.

Smilin’ on the ‘Gram but it’s fake, all lies,

Blowin’ out smoke just to blur these cries.

Can’t hide it — nah, you see it in my stare,

Lookin’ like I’m chill but I’m barely there.

Mask on my face, playin’ strong, I swear,

But the pain so loud, it’s burnin’ the air.

Blunt to the face, tryin’ not to explode,

Emotions on lock, but I’m ‘bout to implode.

Fuck all the therapy, pain still shows,

And these demons I wrestle, they never let go.

Scrollin’ through texts I ain’t never send,

Thinkin’ ’bout a shorty I can’t make amends.

Trust fucked up, love been pretend,

Now I’m sittin’ here lonely with a .5 to blend.

I’m angry — not just sad, I’m tight,

At God, at fate, at the whole damn fight.

Why the fuck I gotta feel this way at night?

When I helped so many but can’t find light?

Can’t hide it — nah, I’m breakin’ inside,

Feelin’ like I’m fallin’ while the world just rides.

Smilin’ on the ‘Gram but it’s fake, all lies,

Blowin’ out smoke just to blur these cries.

Can’t hide it — nah, you see it in my stare,

Lookin’ like I’m chill but I’m barely there.

Mask on my face, playin’ strong, I swear,

But the pain so loud, it’s burnin’ the air.

This ain’t just weed, it’s a sedative shield,

Tryna numb the ache that never gets healed.

My thoughts ain’t safe, they sharp like steel,

I talk to myself just to keep it real.

Shoulders heavy but my lips sealed tight,

Prayin’ for peace in the middle of night.

Don’t ask if I’m good, I’ll just lie on sight,

Say “I’m chillin’,” but I’m losin’ this fight.

Yeah…

You ever look in the mirror and not recognize the soul inside?

That’s me right now.

Chain on my wrist, weight on my chest…

High as hell but still low as dirt.

Don’t ask me if I’m good — just pray I get through.

And all you gotta know is I’m staying systematic