Pounds of Pressure - Mr. Lif

Where do I start

Should I provide a method for you

What would you do?

You’re up against your moment of truth

You’ve got a gun in your right hand

You soaked through your sweat band

The opposition says

(You bout to die!

You’re a dead man!)

You flash back

How did this happen

This action

With guns clappin

And holes in walls

With souls dissolved?

Unfortunately love sparked it

When you met her

You suspected she was toxic

Yet

You had to knock it

At least once

Then you got fully involved

You saw the energy around her as a problem you could solve

So you move in

It’s an illusion

She claiming peace

But her destiny will nudge her to the grasp of the beast

She had a stalker

An awkward guy she met at a park

But then he start

To show up at her place after dark

You’re out of town now

But thinking round house

You’ve gotta settle it

Go stay with your girl

Confront the dude

And that’s the end of it

You’re walking one day

Just coming back from a stroll

And he’s standing at her door

Cause he won’t leave her alone

You bump him one time

To show him it’s dark during the sunshine

Pull out the keys to her crib

And tell him

«She's mine»

And if I see you again

Time’ll suspend

Violence’ll bend peace

Then I’ma bless your dome with a wreath

The eye contact was combat

His spirit ablaze

The motherfuck

Ain’t say shit

He just smirked

And walked away

It’s drama

Your mind is in a stressed out state

The mantra

Your life’s exactly what you create

It’s Karma

But then you’ve gotta factor in fate

You’ve got a lot on your plate

Can you handle The Weight?

You’ve got a lot on your plate

Can you handle The Weight?

Now the night falls

With tension building up in your heart

This shit is worse than you thought

And you ain’t handle it smart

You ain’t tell your lady shit

Cause you ain’t want her concerned

With your strap next to your bed

Cause now you ready to burn

4 nights pass

You ain’t getting good sleep lately

You still shaky

That look in his eye

Was he faking?

Then a glass breaks downstairs

It’s 1 AM

Shattered glass on the floor

Sure sign of mayhem

The dog barks

Runs downstairs

Then squeals

It’s real

You tell your girl to call the cops and

Stay concealed

In the attic

Cause This could get real tragic

Grab the 9

And pray the shit’ll spray like an automatic

Ran across the stairwell

2 shots pop

They lodged in the wall

These muthafuckaz came ready to brawl

Overzealous creeping up the steps

But you’s a fuckin vet

Clapped him through the wall

And heard the body fall

But another set of footsteps

You didn’t expect

Ran across

And now cause for you to reassess the threat

Is evident

Malevolent fuck

Brought backup

Somebody’s in the room your girl’s in

You bout to act up

It’s quiet cross the hall

Cause he ain’t see her at all

She’s in the ceiling dealing

Hiding her feelings to keep calm

So you pop a shot to smash the window

Cause he ain’t kinfolk

His homie been smoked

And now you plan to evoke

The power of Thor

In hopes to execute without flaw

You reload

And pop a few shots while inching toward the door

Then you hear the door creaking to the balcony

Could it be?

Muthafucka trying to flee?

On the floor

Finding these

Drops of blood

Must have caught him with a riccochet

Then you hesitate

Thinking should I go or should I stay?

But adrenaline pumped

You ready to dump

Dipped to the balcony

Looked at the ground

And then you jumped…