Voices In My Head - K'NAAN

Eh yo, welcome to my world, please listen

HEY!

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

Consider configure 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 «Who met us and let us in?»

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

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 sleepin

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?

ain’t 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 coughin off 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

I’m still awake, and it’s quarter to six

I’m trying to write and I ain’t thought of no shit

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 Gil 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 of 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 working for a crumb

or some bread or nothin