Texty písní K'naan The Dusty Foot Philosopher Voice In My Head

Voice In My Head

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Eh yo, welcome to my world, please listen

Poison in my veins, inside I'm torturing my brains,
And still I try, aiaiai
Voices in my head, am I alive or am I dead,
Alone I cry, aiaiaiai

[Verse 1:]
The shit that I'm in and the pain, I'm literally going insane
I'm frightened, my heart and my head have been fightin
I'm certain that it's hurtin the rest of my body
Them voices as loud as manhattan come chattin,
They say? and you kno you better than al of these replicates screamin they represent
C'mon man c'mon man
And the people inside me say they wanna see me go on tragically
And it's evil, cause I'm only 20 something working for a crumbs n some bread


[Verse 2:]
The harder the struggle the deeper the trouble,
Come out of the bubble, I'll teach you to cuddle,
With demons inside me, what demon is not me,
These demons inside me they got me, they stop me from feedin,
And eatin and keepin it even, and even my reason for breathin this season,
Sleetin in a danger, my nose when I'm readin, it's bleedin on paper,
It's bleedin on paper,
And I'm tired of this violence, so tortured inside?, akward and overly open inside, have I already died,
Has mom already cried? And why do I feel like I'm over this life,
I'm not hateful, I'm grateful, my girlfriend is tasteful, livin it up,
I might even blow, like a leak in a truck, with a torch and a clutch,
And explosion that leaves a whole? of dust, and the people,
Inside me saying, they wanna see me go tragically,
And it's evil, cause I'm only twenty something, working for some crumbs and some bread


[Verse 2:]
I'm still awake, and it's quarter to six,
I'm trying to write and I ain't thought of no shhh,
I live with guilt like I slaughtered the sick,
I live with shame, like my daughter a bitch,
I don't make living but I still persist, I could sell out but I still resist,
So don't tell me about no pain and shit,
I was born and raised in poverty bitch,
And I smile all the while and don't complain,
I'm something like gail scott heroine,
Do you know what it feels like to lose a friend, again and again and again, again
The bitterness in the killer the poet, the river of blood within the mess flowin,
I'm the bitterness in the killer the poet, the river, the blood will keep on flowin,
People inside me say, the wanna see me go on tragically,
And it's evil, it's evil, cause I'm only twenty something years old working for a crumb or some bread or nothin

[Chorus: until end]
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