Aggression 3

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 don’t do forgiveness, I do surgical incisions, Opened up my chest, found a furnace in my system, Coal black heart pumping gasoline sermons, Every word I spit’s a Molotov in person, Half-dead, half-saint, full-time contradiction, Got a halo made of barbed wire, rusted with conviction, Praying to the cracks in my room’s chipped ceiling, Say a hymn to the rage, let it crystalize the feeling, Fuck zen, I’m a landslide in slow motion, Smile like a shark in a tank full of old notions, Take “let it go,” turn that phrase to a throat punch, I’d rather choke on the truth than be fed hope lunch, They say “time heals wounds,” I say time grows teeth, Every minute is a dog that’s been trained to bite me, I don’t want closure, I want doors off the hinges, I don’t want forgiveness, I want fire in the trenches, Catch me shadowboxing shadows in a dark room, Arguing with echoes that say I’m the sharp doom, Every heartbeat’s Morse code for “fuck peace”, Every tear that never dropped turned my blood to concrete, I tattooed my anger in invisible ink, Only shows when I’m pushed to the ledge of the brink, Then it glows like a flare in a gas-soaked basement, I’m the wrong one to test in a fragile situation, If calm is a castle, then rage is a drawbridge, Lower that bitch, let the war in, no hostage, I don’t need a purpose, I need targets to crash through, If there ain’t no enemy, I’ll aim it at my damn self too

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

Yeah—

Let it burn, let it break, let it cut, let it breathe

If I can’t find peace, then I’ll make war scream.