Carry the weight

[Intro]
(Check, check)
(Yeah)
(Turn it up)
(Grime)

[Verse 1]
Heavy iron lining in the winter coat.
Salt on the wound, anchor for the sinking boat.
Softness is a myth, that's a dead thought.
Paid for every lesson that the lead taught.
Back against the brickwork, eyes on the pivot.
Life is a sentence, trying not to live it.
Cold in the marrow, narrow is the alleyway.
Need a reason just to blast it all away.
Trauma is a hammer, skull is the anvil.
Bitter in the gut, wild as a mandrill.
Body full of shrapnel from the trenches.
Stoop life, staying off the park benches.
Hardened by the friction, fiction ain't the story.
Everything is gray, ain't no sunshine or glory.
Product of the pressure, diamond in the dirt.
The edges stay jagged, only meant to hurt.

[Chorus]
(Carry the weight)
Yeah, we carry the weight.
Aggressive by design, never early, never late.
(Lock the gate)
Yeah, you better lock the gate.
Feeding on the anger, venom on the plate.
(Carry the weight)
Yeah, we carry the weight.
Wreckage of the demons and the hate.
(Hard state)
Yeah, a permanent state.
Street life, grit life, sealed in the fate.

[Verse 2]
I see the threat before he makes a move.
Wrestling with ghosts, nothing left to prove.
Reflexes are jagged, born from the sirens.
Caged in a world of cold rusted irons.
You talk the struggle like a brand name.
I wear the struggle like a permanent stain.
Stomping through the slush in heavy leather boots.
Ripping out the weeds to get the roots.
Violence is the language learned in the cradle.
Heavy hits landing on the kitchen table.
Don't trust a smile, smiles hide the teeth.
Always watching for the blade hidden underneath.
Harder than a sledgehammer hitting the pavement.
Check the record, see the total of payment.
Wolf in the winter, hunting for the heat.
Turn a nice block to a dead street.
No remorse, just the cold hard logic.
If it ain't survival, then the topic is toxic.

[Chorus]
(Carry the weight)
Yeah, we carry the weight.
Aggressive by design, never early, never late.
(Lock the gate)
Yeah, you better lock the gate.
Feeding on the anger, venom on the plate.
(Carry the weight)
Yeah, we carry the weight.
Wreckage of the demons and the hate.
(Hard state)
Yeah, a permanent state.
Street life, grit life, sealed in the fate.

[Outro]
(Cold world)
(Yeah)
(Keep your distance)
(Heavy weight)
(Steel in the spine)
(Grime)
(Yeah)
(It never stops)