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[Intro]
Set it off P, set it off P
Come on!
[Verse 1: Pressure]
He was a lost cause
Battle-scarred from lost wars
And years spent underground, as he wondered now what for
Dealt for his due recognition by pop wars
Got scores to settle, now he’s thinking 'I want more’
Dreaming of a lasting harvest
Worn thin, another starving artist
His head sewn in his heart of darkness
His will to fight is frayed
Like a cage, locked himself in his cell
And didn’t want to weather the light of day
But this is torture
Living for the
Scraps from above, he fills his cup from the dripping water
His prison order, never worked
Got tired from sleeping on a bed of dirt
And wearing a shredded shirt
He wipes the sweat and hurt
From his brow, pens a phrase
Upon the paper ’bout how he wants to end his days
Jumps up from his rut, the shackles lead his feet
And takes a shortcut down a back alley named the easy street
A group of seedy thieves go by the deep night
Approached, moon faded as illuminated street life
And pulled a sheathed knife
One spoke:
„No one fast[?] road leads to riches
With you, cos they closed if you beg[?]
Many lose control, down the path you’re headed
And if you bruise your soul then at last Armageddon”
Spoke with vigor
„I’ll walk the righteous path til’ I’m dead”
The cloaked figure
Tilted his head and laughed as he said:
[Hook: Pressure]
Vigilance is a virtue rarely weathered
Your innocence, it will hurt you where you’re headed
But if a man can make his dreams attainable
Then he can stand against the sands of time unbreakable
[Verse 2: Pressure]
So as he swore with the bitter
Scorn of a sinner
Sick of the tainted figure
That he saw in the mirror
But he knew this life was suicide
Either do or die
Keeping company with cut throats dressed in suit and tie
Time had taken its toll
The price of laying and fold
Had crossed his mind
And all kinds had shaken his soul
He was taking a stroll
Through the city smoke
When a kid a approached
And said „I know you’ll put me on, shit I’m broke”
This villain is harsh
And willing to dance
If given the chance
„Your enemies will catch
My shit in their heart
I’m irrational”
The older man said „Don’t act a fool
You’re just one man, a young lamb amongst a pack of wolves
You might dress the part
But do you bear the mark
Of one willing to do anything to get a start
You best know your head from heart, and wear a scar
As a reminder of where you came from to get to where you are
There’s a difference between see-through and opaque
And there’s more than just face value in what people don’t say
So keep it clean, and believe your dreams
The only guidelines in life are the ones you need to read between
It ain’t about whether heathens or flock
It’s about the words you say and whether you believe them or not”
The young man said:
„I’ll walk the path til’ I’m dead”
He smiled in remembrance and laughed as he said:
[Hook: Pressure]
„Vigilance is a virtue rarely weathered
Your innocence, it will hurt you where you’re headed
But if a man can make his dreams attainable
Then he can stand against the sands of time unbreakable”
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