BUILDING BLUEPRINT
Next level lyrical insight is a moment away.
Lyrical Analysis of...
Silent Screams
- Uh,
- Yeah the voices in my head, keep on telling me to commit suicide
- Trying to convince me to do it, it’s there life or mine, easy decision, I chose to decline
- Went to the bar to order some wine, tried to ignore the voices, but it was pointless
- Now im voiceless, from all the silent screams, i’m sitting there tears of streams
- Changing up the subject like changing schemes, why are they trying to convince me
- When I die, they die, it’s the butterfly effect, im tired of their antics and disrespect
- The voices keep making me feel neglect, now my mind is perfect to collect
- It’s like my brain is used as a fucking object, I haven’t slept
- Like the way I have been praying to stay alive, they making think twice
- im about to give them their sacrifice, but before I go and sit down, here some advice
- Never listen to your brain, only your heart, it’s the only thing wise
- The voices all keep on telling me lies, so niw im hiding in disguise, yet im still able to get recognized
- Jesus Christ, in the lord name, amen, my head is treated like so playpen
- So im hoping for you to be my savior, get rid of the voices to heed my greatest failure
- Maybe once they are gone, I can finally change my quiet behavior, but right now, I’m in danger
- I used to say your my biggest hater, now I realize I’m the only hater, bigger than Tyler the creator
- Writing my bars down on paper, yet my demons take over, they play a joker in poker
- That aint a thing, they laugh and say im mediocre, acting so tough like a soldier
- But they fire back at me when I give them the cold shoulder
- They tell me to keep the song going until I lose my motor, but it’s solar
- I need luck like the four leafed clover, im fucking dying, yet im disappointing them
- Like how, this is fucking mayhem, just waiting for his to lead me to postmortem
- I’m tired of this shit, why cant nobody save me, why cant nobody realize
- All of the lies, I can’t even apologize, im gambling my life, roll the dice
- I created my own Demise
- Silent screams aint ever heard, should I even try, or should I submit and die
- It’s like the voices in my head can multiply, bring them to court to justify
- We don’t know who they are or what they identify, but everyday they seem to intensify
- I’d like to testify, they guilty, That is in the whole community
- They getting down and filthy with every opportunity, I pray every Sunday
- Hoping they go away just for a holiday, don’t care when but someday this year
- Silent screams, silent crying, all these hoes lying, begging for money after dick riding
- They beg for money when I’m dying, so I’m in hiding, just writing and rhyming
- I strike quick, im like lightning, while im climbing, the popularity ladder
- Fell down a few times but it doesn’t matter, im a inconsistent rapper, sometimes even a master
- Sometimes the raps are a disaster, so let’s gather, I’ll be the pastor
- Oh fuck shit bitch, the voices are filled with anger, they changing the chapter
- My mind is what they seek to capture, oh smash it with a hammer
- So now I’m starting to rap a little faster, there goes by dreams to shatters
- What’s worse than being crazy, being crazy and you don’t got manners
- Based off of purity, that’s worse, the voices has found the answers to my powers
- Fuck the doubters, thought you was right but you was wrong, it’s okay here is some flowers
- Just give it a couple hours, they will drop dead, where is the nurse, they need to rehearse
- Thought about features, but I’m one of the teachers, some people are just creatures, on earth
- Sorry the nurses are busy bouncing on it, can we get a few doctors, hand the doctors a extra few unknown dollars
- For seeing the nurses bouncing on it, “hope this covers the bothers” they laugh and say what’s it worth
- A few figures, just regained control, why the hell a nurse bouncing on it, bout to vomit
- But I did the opposite, now she pregnant, gave her a bunch of dollars and left, told her I would not be a parent
- Fuck they took control again, can somebody get the pastor and the exorcist
- I’m pissed, but that ass, look at it, I couldn’t resist, we aren’t a freak, we are a lyricist
- Yet we can still be A lyricist and a person of a weird interest
- That isn’t what we were made for, sometimes we need to explore, or even go to war
- But I have a child on the way 7 months deep, at least I can fall asleep knowing I didn’t cheat
- And a child that I want there to a mini complete me, somebody do who aint a pussy, but aint a bully
- Like me but as a rookie
- Silent screams aint ever heard, should I even try, or should I submit and die
- It’s like the voices in my head can multiply, bring them to court to justify
- We don’t know who they are or what they identify, but everyday they seem to intensify
- I’d like to testify, they guilty, That is in the whole community
- They getting down and filthy with every opportunity, I pray every Sunday
- Hoping they go away just for a holiday, don’t care when but someday this year
What is a Blueprint?
A blueprint is like a report card for your lyrics. It contains a lyrical breakdown and analysis of all the words, syllables, and rhymes in your song.
Learn More >