TEETH GRIT CONFESSIONS (Rabia Interna)

Intro Teeth grind. Low hum. Verse 1 Teeth grit when I see it glamorized Powder lines romanticized Seen too many paralyzed While the culture monetize You call it wild, rebellious spark I seen it swallow light in the dark Seen mothers break apart In parking lots after midnight calls This ain’t edgy art This is bodies in carts This is shattered hearts Not chart parts Hook Roll One & Chill, iron lungs Not selling youth for temporary fun Gelato Glow Records don’t run From truth when it sting the tongue Slow inhale, calculated stance No chemical trance We advance Through circumstance Verse 2 I ain’t pure, I indulge smoke But I don’t romanticize choke I don’t play with a loaded joke That turn to a funeral cloak Industry whisper behind closed doors About “focus enhancers” and more I seen those corridors Lead to withdrawal wars Seen pupils wide like fear Seen hands tremble in a mirror You can’t call that clear That’s chemical career Bridge Guitar cry sharp and thin Kick drum knock within This ain’t sin-shaming spin It’s where I’ve been Verse 3 Gelato Glow Sessions operate clean Not pristine But routine In discipline Independent vision intact No powder pact We react Through track Outro Teeth still grit But we commit To build, not split