Storm In The Chest

Yeah.
Ollifax.
Still here.
Cold outside,
heat inside.
Let's move.
Tick.
Step.
Breathe.
Bass hit.
Lights low.
Still me.
I been through the storm,
but I'm still here tonight.
Boots on the floor
and my chest
full of ice.
Boom back,
boom bap,
let the whole room shake.
Hard times hit,
but they still don't break.
One hand up
if you made it
through pain.
One drink down
if you don't need chains.
I don't fold,
I don't fake,
I don't disappear.
Cold world tried
me still here.
Born
where the frost put
teeth in the air.
Raised
where the dark
don't fight fair.
I came
from the kind of
cold most men fear.
Now I walk
in the club
like the storm came here.
Black coat fitted,
old scars hidden.
Still got ghosts,
but they ride in rhythm.
Bassline knock
like a heart in war.
She look twice
when I cross
that floor.
Grown man calm,
but the eyes stay dangerous.
No loud talk,
no need to explain this.
I don't chase shine,
I don't beg light.
I survived dark,
so I own night.
Breath two.
Count three.
No fear gets
command of me.
North Star high.
Tether tight.
We made it out.
We move tonight.
I been through the storm,
but I'm still here tonight.
Boots on the floor
and my chest
full of ice.
Boom back,
boom bap,
let the whole room shake.
Hard times hit,
but they still don't break.
One hand up
if you made it
through pain.
One drink down
if you don't need chains.
I don't fold,
I don't fake,
I don't disappear.
Cold world tried
me still here.
Bills got heavy,
days got mean.
Lost some sleep,
kept hands clean.
Pain came knocking,
I let it in.
Then made
that weight start paying rent.
No soft road,
no luck,
no rescue.
If I'm still breathing,
I press through.
Metronome step
with the bassline snap.
Boom back pressure
when the drums clap back.
Thirty five plus,
still built for the flame.
Still got hunger,
still got aim.
She want a man who
don't fold under weather.
I hold ground.
I hold tether.
Slow it down.
Lights go red.
Storm in the chest.
Ice in the head.
No quit.
No fear.
Still here.
Still here.
Bass hit hard
and the floor talks back.
Whole room move
when the kick goes crack.
She got hips
like a signal flare.
I got scars,
but I still don't care.
Step to the left,
then the right with weight.
Hard times made this walk
so great.
No young boy panic,
no loud fake flex.
Grown man pressure
with the frost
in the chest.
I was built
in the blizzard.
Made out of strain.
Cold in my lungs.
Still walk through pain.
But tonight ain't grief.
Tonight ain't war.
Tonight we breathe.
Tonight we roar.
Hands up high
if you lost
and returned.
Move
that body
if you lived
and learned.
Bassline heavy,
heart still steady.
Hard road tried,
but it wasn't ready.
All my workers,
fighters,
night shift souls,
All my women who
survived their lows,
No surrender in the
room right here.
Let the club know
we still here.
I been through the storm,
but I'm still here tonight.
Boots on the floor
and my chest
full of ice.
Boom back,
boom bap,
let the whole room shake.
Hard times hit,
but they still don't break.
One hand up
if you made it
through pain.
One drink down
if you don't need chains.
I don't fold,
I don't fake,
I don't disappear.
Cold world tried
me still here.
Still here.
Still cold.
Still moving.
North Star high.
Tether tight.
We made it through.
Now move.