Thought Drill

Step in my head...
Hear how it sound... Click... click...
Thoughts march... round after round.
Click in the dark - mind reset.
March in the brain - no regret.
Hold that tether inside my chest.
Metronome heart - never let it rest.
Cold in the breath - calm in the kill.
Everything quiet till I move my will.
Thought drill,
thought drill - stay still.
Northborn mind on a southern-trap trill.
I talk to myself
like a squad on the line.
Half of me shout, half stay in time.
One side whisper, "Ease that strain."
Other side bark, "Hold your lane."
Crowded inside - but the beat stay clean.
Everything measured - nothing unseen.
Thoughts march tight like bootprints mean.
Every idea sharp - Arctic sheen.
I'm built on rhythm - breath, step, shot.
Never lose pace - even when I ought.
No runaway mind, no panic drop
Just a line of ghosts that I never forgot.
Inhale slow...
Hold... Let it go.
Three clicks - mind reload.
Cold thoughts follow the code.
Click in the dark - mind reset.
March in the brain - no regret.
Hold that tether inside my chest.
Metronome heart - never let it rest.
Cold in the breath - calm in the kill.
Everything quiet
till I move my will. Thought drill,
thought drill - stay still.
Northborn mind on a southern-trap trill.
Some nights feel like fists in my head
Old wars waking up in a new cold bed.
Vision glitch - flash white, flash red
But the beat inside me keep the fear dead.
I walk like a threat but I think like
a monk. Silence louder
than a trunk full of funk.
No loud screams - just low bass thunk.
Rage in the pocket - calm in the junk.
Hold the tether even when I'm alone
Storm in my skull still calling me home.
Born with a mind that cuts like chrome
Every thought sharp, heavy like stone.
Click... click... Thoughts don't slip.
Grip... grip... Never lose grip.
If the world goes wild - I stay aligned.
Chaos outside - order in the mind.
Click in the dark - mind reset.
March in the brain - no regret.
Hold that tether inside my chest.
Metronome heart - never let it rest.
Cold in the breath - calm in the kill.
Everything quiet till I move my will.
Thought drill,
thought drill - stay still.
North-born mind on a southern-trap trill.
Mind steady... Beat ready...
Thought drill stays deadly.