You Know.

[Intro – heartbeat bass, distant echoes of screaming layered in reverse]
You know what you’re supposed to do.
You’ve always known.
And every day you don’t do it... you die just a little more.
Let’s fix that.
[Verse 1 – slow, surgical delivery like a therapist with a switchblade]
You don’t need more time.
You need more nerve.
You don’t lack talent.
You lack the stomach for the truth you deserve.
Let’s stop lying, yeah?
You scroll to numb it.
You sleep to escape it.
You eat it, drink it, distract it, dodge it...
But the ache doesn’t leave.
Because that ache is you.
The part that’s still alive.
Still screaming.
Still WAITING on you
to grow a spine
and shut the noise up
with action.
[Pre-Chorus – sharp inhale, tempo kicks in like a war drum]
They don’t believe in you?
Cool.
They’re not supposed to.
You are.
Now prove it.
[Chorus – primal, chantable, infectious rhythm]
YOU KNOW.
You’ve known for years.
YOU KNOW.
What it costs in fear.
YOU KNOW.
How the lie tastes stale.
YOU KNOW.
This is your jailbreak trail.
YOU KNOW.
You were built for more.
YOU KNOW.
This ain’t folklore.
YOU KNOW.
Your time ain’t late.
*YOU. JUST. NEED. TO. ACTIVATE.
[Verse 2 – venomous truth, zero mercy]
Every excuse is just your old voice
begging to stay small.
Every delay is you
betting on a tomorrow
that doesn’t owe you a damn thing.
You want clarity?
It’s already here:
No one’s coming.
No miracle. No sign.
Just this moment
...and your decision
to bleed forward or rot backward.
You will never feel “ready.”
And if you’re waiting for courage,
hear me closely:
Courage is a corpse you drag behind you
until one day,
you realize it’s part of you.
[Bridge – silent drop, whispered layering with kick pulse]
The clock doesn’t lie.
The mirror doesn’t lie.
Only you do.
Every. Damn. Day.
Until now.
[Final Chorus – all layers return, no pause, no space to run]
YOU KNOW.
You’ve always known.
YOU KNOW.
Stop making it a poem.
YOU KNOW.
This isn’t cute.
YOU KNOW.
It’s war, and you’re the root.
YOU KNOW.
The pain that haunts.
YOU KNOW.
The thing you want.
YOU KNOW.
You can’t stay here.
SO MOVE. BLEED. BREAK. APPEAR.
[Outro – no music, dry voice, one final hit]
You’ve always known.
Now the question is:
Do you finally have the guts to do something about it?

Motivational drill trap rap spoken word