Mac Miller - My Biography (But My Mackin Aint Easy)

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THe MiNeTTeS - a LiTTLe WoRLD!  [ "CaTS CaN" oFFiCiaL OST ]

The night keeps sending me postcards of old ghosts
They come back in color — sharper than they ought

I used to sleep with anchors stitched into my ribs
Weights of other people's measures — heavy as ships
Dreams delivered receipts for debts I never owed
They printed my reflection in margins I outgrew

I learned to match the metronome of someone else's praise
Till mornings were a ledger and nights were stained with haze

But the ledger folds; the ink won't always bind
I keep the pages closed to see what I might find

I untie anchors at dawn and let the harbor breathe
Not to go forever — just to learn what keeps me seaborne
I am not exile or surrender; I am a hand on my own sleeve
I set a course for healing — not for leaving forevermore

I traded clocks for compasses, traded scores for sails
Recalibrated pulses that once beat to broken scales
The old machine of praise still clicks beneath the floor
I hear it in my sleep but I no longer own the door

No fury in the severing — just a patient, careful cut
A seam rethreaded gently so the wound does not erupt

CUT — THE — CORD
LOOSE — THE — LINE
FLOAT — AWAY
LEARN — TO — BREATHE

I will fold the maps you pressed into my palm
Keep one corner for the future: a slow, tentative psalm
I might light a flare one day, send a soft, careful call
But not to tether my spine — only to say I learned to stand tall

This anchorless dawn is mine to meet alone
I steer from memory, but I hold the helm my own
If time allows a bridge, I’ll send my voice across the foam
Until then I learn the harborless route back toward home

The clock still whispers, the night still keeps its pace
But I wake with pockets empty — and a steadier place

ANCHORLESS DAWN (THE LONG NIGHT Part 3)

Backed into corners I didn’t choose
Teeth in the dirt, nothing to lose
Built from tension, wired to snap
Every breath’s a fucking trap

Hands on my throat, weight on my chest
You want control — I want what’s left
You drew the line, I crossed it fast
I don’t forget, I don’t relax

You push and push till something breaks
Now feel the ground begin to shake

PRESSURE
SPEAKS

WHEN WORDS
DON’T

BACK
OFF

OR GET
FUCKED

I was the weight you tried to drown
Still breathing under all that sound
You fed the fear, you fed the flame
Now say my name through shattered teeth

No clean hands in a dirty game
You play the judge, I bring the pain
Every threat you ever made
Comes back louder, comes back mean

PRESSURE
SPEAKS

STEP
WRONG

STAY
DOWN

OR GET
FUCKED

TEST
ME

PUSH
ME

MAKE
ME
PROVE
IT

YOU DON’T KNOW PAIN
UNTIL IT TALKS BACK

I don’t need faith
I DON’T NEED TRUST
I learned the truth
IN BROKEN BONES

PRESSURE
SPEAKS

LOUD
ENOUGH

ONE
MORE

STEP —
YOU’RE FUCKED

ANCHORLESS DAWN (THE LONG NIGHT Part 3)

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