Lyrics Pounds of Pressure - Mr. Lif

Pounds of Pressure

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…