Texty: Biohazard. Mata Leao. Gravity.

I feel a weight that's pulling me down
But my reflex is to try to break out
Nature gives fight or flight syndrome
But my feet stay on the ground
That's how I've grown

Bred to resist the gravity of anything
That's fucking with me
Survivalist instincts through my veins are pounding
Transfused at birth by my urban surroundings

Gravity won't allow me to fly
It pulls me down, the pain, I won't cry
Resistance and drive fueled by hunger
What doesn't kill me makes me stronger

I just can't let shit get to me
Got to reflect back on what pop taught me
To be your own man no matter what
To never back down, and follow your gut

Instinct, something he said that I'd know
Something that I'd carry wherever I go
He told me someday I'd have to fight to be free
And resist the weight of gravity

Gravity won't allow me to fly
It pulls me down, the pain, I won't cry
Resistance and drive fueled by hunger
What doesn't kill me makes me stronger

Calloused hands wipe away tears
Of the pain of a man broken by years
A silent shot that nobody hears
A smoking gun of our own fears

My father worked all his life and for what
Day in, day out, caught in a rut
The pain of apathy, razor-sharp cutting
But I'll make sure he doesn't die for nothing

Gravity won't allow me to fly
It pulls me down, the pain, I won't cry
Resistance and drive fueled by hunger
What doesn't kill me makes me stronger