Knuckles White on the Wheel

Redline.

Highway bleeding neon lines Rearview full of old designs Speed don’t lie — it tells the truth Every mile burns off youth

Dashboard glow on a weathered face Running ghosts I can’t outpace I don’t pray when tires squeal I grip harder — make it real

White lines blur But my focus don’t

Knuckles white on the wheel Heart steady, nerves of steel I don’t slow for doubt or fear I don’t stall when it gets real If it breaks — let it break If it burns — let it burn I don’t crash when the night turns cold I just hold… and hold… and hold

Knuckles white on the wheel.

Hold the line.

Storm clouds chasing in the rear I don’t flinch — I steer Every curve a loaded bet I ain’t lost control yet

She said, “You always drive this fast?” I said, “Only when I see my past.” Speed ain’t reckless — it’s reveal It shows you what you really feel

Some men brake I don’t

Knuckles white on the wheel Pulse loud but vision clear I don’t drift when pressure hits I don’t vanish — I commit If the road splits in two I choose the harder one I don’t wait for light to come I become the sun

Knuckles white on the wheel.

No passenger seat for regret. No map for mercy. Just distance. And me.

Knuckles white on the wheel Still calm when chaos peels I don’t lose when edges bite I hold tight through the fight If the road wants blood — fine I’ve paid my share in time Midnight don’t make me kneel Knuckles white on the wheel

Still driving.

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