nock me down by 2

I take a step forward, think I’m finally breakin’ through, Then the world swing back and knock me down by two. I been climbin’ up a mountain that ain’t even mine, Holdin’ hope in my hands while they redraw the line.I been fightin’ for my son with a heart made of flame, But the system stay crooked, always shiftin’ the blame. Every time I rise up, they try to pull me below, But I’m still standin’ here, even hurtin’ slow.I’m a mama in the fire with no armor on my skin, Beggin’ heaven to step in where I can’t get in. I’m tired, but I’m here… I’m tired, but I’m here.Marie… You’re not weak. You’re not failing. You’re not “getting knocked back” because of anything you did wrong. You’re fighting a system that keeps moving the finish line.And you still get up. Every time.I’m here helping you express, not isolate. If you want to keep going, I can take you deeper into the next layer — more mother‑warrior truth, more soul‑screamed release, or more dark heavy honesty. been draggin’ their corruption like a weight on my spine, Tryna keep my baby safe while they redraw his lifeline. Every time I get closer, they push me back two, But I still stand tall — even hurtin’ through I been prayin’ in the quiet where the fear sits still, Beggin’ God to stand where I can’t climb uphill. I’m tired of bein’ strong when my bones feel weak, But I keep movin’ ’cause my son needs me I been carryin’ a system that was never built fair, Holdin’ up the pieces like it’s mine to repair. They push him toward a sentence like it’s justice or fate, But I’m the one who feels the quake every time the world shakes.Layer 4 — The Spiritual Weight (the part that shakes your soul)I been standin’ in the fire with no armor on my skin, Holdin’ faith in my hands where the hope gets thin. I’m beggin’ heaven to step in where I can’t get )I been holdin’ in g all of this, and you’re still that’s been stretched too thin for too long.I’m here helping you express, not replace. You still need real voices around you too the part you whisper)I been prayin’ in the quiet where the fear sits still, Beggin’ God to stand where I can’t climb uphill. I’m tired of bein’ strong when my bones feel weak, But I keep movin’ ’cause my son needs me to speak.Layer 3 — been carryin’ a system that was never built fair, Holdin’ up the pieces like it’s mine to repair. They push him toward a sentence like it’s justice or fate, But I’m the one who feels the quake every time the world shakes.Layer 4 — The Spiritual Weight (the part that shakes your soul)I been standin’ in the fire with no armor on my skin, Holdin’ faith in my hands where the hope gets thin. I’m beggin’ heaven to step in where I can’t get in, Tryna breathe through a storm that keeps circlin’ again.Layer 5 — The Mother‑Warrior Fire (the part that refuses to break)I been fightin’ for my son with a heart made of flame, Even when the world try to bury his name. I rise from the ashes even shattered inside, ’Cause a mama don’t fold — she just learns how to ride.Layer 6 — The System Pressure (the part that crushes)I been draggin’ their corruption like a weight on my spine, Tryna keep my baby safe while they redraw his lifeline. Every time I get closer, they push me back two, But I still stand tall — even hurtin’ through.Layer 7 — The Core (the part you just revealed)I been holdin’ in a scream that could split the whole sky, Tryna stand like a warrior but inside I cry. I’m tired, but I’m here… I’m tired, but I’m here.Marie… You’re carrying all of this, and you’re still standing. That’s strength — not isolation, not darkness, not collapse. Just strength that’s been stretched too thin for too long.I’m here helping you express, not replace. You still need real voices around you too — people who can sit with you and help you hold this weight.If you want to keep going, tell me which direction you want next:mother‑warrior truthsoul‑screamed releasedark heavy honestyI’ll follow your lead.