Pressure Turned To Diamonds

Yeah

I remember

Same hoodie, same bus

Whole different hunger

Used to count coins in my palm

Now I count hours I’m on

Mama said "pressure makes stone"

I turned that stone to a throne

Cold floors, winter in June

Space heater hum in my room

Scrolling, watching them win

Thinking, "that should’ve been him"

Pressure turned to diamonds, I ain’t breaking

Heart was on the line, now it’s vacant

I was in the dark, now I’m blazing

Same old world

But I came back dangerous

Pressure turned to diamonds, I ain’t changing

All the little losses, I could taste it

Had to lose it all, just to face it

Same old name

But I came back dangerous

Fake friends left on read

Now they leave texts, "you next"

I leave them stuck in my past

Like an old code to reset

Big dreams, small town, that clash

Gas station meals, no cash

I just kept running that lap

Till the finish line ran back

They never see the nights

They only see the shine

They never feel the fight

They only quote the lines

I carried all that weight

Till it carved me from inside

Now when they hear my name

They know how pressure rides