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