Pressure

Written by: Raven Sneed

I got this gaping Hole in my 
chest
Figuratively speaking I guess
But if that's the case 
Can someone explain 
Where the blood is pouring 
from
Oh yeah my left wrist 
Hand in a fist 
Tight around a razor blade 
Chop chop
I could cut all day 
Y'all pray to the lord for me 
Pray he don't take me from ya
I ain't tryna leave 
Just got some heartache and
Frustration to relieve 
Would you believe me 
If I told you 
The shit I been through 
The things I hid as kid 
Pressure all on me 
Blood is the pressure 
Leaving my veins 
Pressure all on the floor 
And still i remain