Clock

I been runnin’ numbers like a countdown clock

Heart cold, mind hot, hear the pen go pop

City full of faces but they all feel fake

I don’t chase validation, I just calibrate

Pressure in my chest, yeah, I breathe in rage

Every week another thought stuck in a cage

They ask why I move like I’m outta control

‘Cause I seen too much, tryna guard my soul

I don’t sleep much, eyes red, tempo high

Life flash frames when the seconds fly

I don’t pray for luck, I negotiate fate

If the door stay closed, I’ll annihilate

Bitch!

How many body countin', did you gonna meet?

It's 19

How many body countin', left to gonna meet?

It's 18

Yeah, back to the dash, no seatbelt grace

Thoughts too fast, tryna lap the pace

I don’t sugarcoat pain, I distill it raw

Turn a breakdown moment to a vocal law

They say “slow down,” nah, that’s not the brand

I been building muscle where the scars still stand

Every line punchy like a deadline call

Corporate ladder? I just burned the wall

I’m tradition and glitch in the same damn breath

Old soul mindset with a newborn depth

Skeptical eyes, but the vision clear

If I doubt myself, I disappear

So I talk to the mic like it owe me rent

Every word compoundin’ interest spent

No outro curtain, no closing scene—

Just a mind in motion, livin’ fast, obscene