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letra de pen & pressure - mc truth

[intro: mc truth]
yeah…
every line i write is a scar that healed wrong
every rhyme’s a battle between who i am
and who the world want me to be
this pen don’t just write — it bleeds

[verse 1: mc truth]
i wrote my first rhyme on a food stamp slip
pocket full of nothin’, but my dreams still lit
every bar i spit came from life i lived
ink and pain mix, that’s how legends get built

the pressure heavy, like rent by the first
you write truth, they hate you — lies sell first
but i ain’t switch my soul for no label curse
i’d rather stay broke than rеhe-rs- what’s worse

each pagе another night i ain’t sleep
each verse another secret i couldn’t keep
life hit hard — but the pen cut deep
so i write my wounds instead of weep
pen and pressure — my ink don’t rest
bleed through pain, put my soul to the test
write for the lost, for the real, for the stressed
each line i drop — one breath less
i seen rappers chase clout and lose their truth
trade their message for gold and booth
but i ain’t built for that fraud-type proof
my bars got roots — i spit my youth

[verse 2: mc truth]
studio smell like smoke and tears
bas-m-nt booth, been grindin’ for years
no engineer, just beats and fears
and a notebook full of blood and peers

when the mic cut out, i still freestyle pain
let the reverb echo my momma’s name
every scratch on tape was another chain
breakin’ off piece by piece through strain
this pressure — it mold kings or break ‘em
but i ain’t fold, i reshape what they gave me
life taught me rhythm, pain gave me cadence
truth my religion, and bars my statement

now they ask, “truth, why you ain’t mainstream?”
’cause the real ain’t shiny — it bleed between
every verse i spit a survivor’s dream
while they rap for likes, i rap for means

no ghostlines, no gimmicks, no act
just real life written on a broken track
every loss i took turned wisdom intact
now the booth my home — no need to go back
my notebook pages like concrete floors
heavy with names of the ones before
and when i write, i hear their wars —
their pain, their hope, their open doors
pen and pressure — my ink don’t rest
bleed through pain, put my soul to the test
write for the lost, for the real, for the stressed
each line i drop — one breath less
yeah…
when the beat stop, the truth don’t
this pen might break —
but the words… they permanent

[outro]
street reality
still breathin’
still speakin’
mc truth forever

- mc truth

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