Voices

Voices inside telling me to fight
Telling me that it’s another day, another night
I’m no MC but hell I spit like one
Bringing poetry from the mind of a don

I Jam to the music and live life as it comes
Get high when its time and get serious when it sums
Every other day the sun isn’t shining
Yesterday, it was different but now it not the timing

Memory of the blood brothers, some died for some others
One love for mothers and 3 words sum it up for lovers
I guess what they all lost and wonder what they won
Life in this cold planet where a father’s living for his son

Knocking on that same road where it all began
It’ll be lonely tonight if it’s where this all would end
With nothing left in this mind to run it on
This would be a road only made for the strong

Let’s pour some ice on this wound
Let it freeze this moment
Let’s sour some pain and let it mound
Let it breeze till it’s nocent

Heart’s for aching and mind’s for breaking
Blood for oozing and life with death for the waking
Too much for none and none for a little more
Locks with no keys and ways with open doors

It’s time to stack some
To rip a Dutch and demand a ransom
So shout till the throat’s done
Loom till the lungs burn

I’m surprised by this early change
It was so warm but now it’s cold and strange
You be surprised with this if you take a look
You might as well shiver while you’re already shook

I’m a man with an endless dream
Why we crave for another being
Some knock for a way where the grass is greener
But in the end it’s the same old road for a weaner

Roll some greens and let it touch your lips
Just a puff or two and your words will sink some ships
Let it be and try to load it while it begins to drip
Your world will move around while you keep your grip

I’m not black trying to be white
I’m not white trying to say it right
I’m not brown trying to get rich
I’m not a chicken trying to be a bitch

I’m not religious but I know my rules
I’m not ignorant but I know those fools
I’m like lava but it also cools
I’m not killing people even when I got the tools

I’m not alive but I’m neither dead
If I’m cursed that means I’m strong instead
If I’m pure then I’m also thuggish
If I’m clean then I’m also ruggish

I try to stabilize with the bounce of rain
I count my struggle with an ounce of pain
I spit dirt and it’s like fire to the flame
This is my life and I’ll keep it the same

After the bullshit I stayed right there
I was about to see some but now it’s quite clear
Last 12 months been a f*****g nightmare
Now the past is gone so I’ma light a green flair

You wanted my chance but I gave you my shine
Lie after lie you kept playing me every time
I thought you were there but talk is cheap
I f****d my nigga’s for you and it kept me deep

I was chronic till I lost my flow
Yips and drips till I began to know
Finally I started hearing shit and I began to grow
It was then that I had it enough and I begin to snow

You’ll know you’re in my lines if you hold your still
Your life has been written but you’re not fulfilled
They say some write their own shit and some let it be
So it’s time for you to rhyme like there’s no other MC

I’m writing this open scripture
It’s out from the womb of the literature
It might be loose for some and uncomfortable for others
But it’s out from the DNA of them all lovers

I said I try to be humble but humble get no respect
They end up with a bullet that hits them when their body’s already dead
So I’m not being humble now, I’ll try to play it old school
If its dirt, let it rest or else you’ll see the mind about to drool

I play soft and low but I'm ruled by aggression
I sat down in a chair and stared at the mirror at my conception
Everything around me started getting cloudy
My chair became king’s throne and my destiny finally found me


Now my aim is to get you open
Can I tell you a story? It’s high tide slogan
Yeh I’m writing but ain’t no more love songs
Now I duck no bullets, hell I shoot with the gloves on

Bullets hit wounds and they keep travelling
Snakes try to keep quiet but they keep rattling
If you haven’t seen the demon then you only believe in god
If you only believe in death then breathe life right from the start

I talk lot of shit but hell with conscious
I’m from the streets so I never take any nonsense
You done some drama thinking the desert was dry
You wanna keep on messing then don’t f*** with the wrong guy

I combined the hock and the barrel and the scars and bullets came off together
All I did was hold on to the pieces and the puzzles came off together
Everybody runs their mouth behind their ears but nobody got lams turned nightmare
I know my sins committed all through these years cause I’m judged by god’s stare

I was contemplating thinking someone’s gonna chase god
My old homey, 3 years back loaded his brains out
Fake love no luck you get the slugs going through your gaze
Real nigga’s stay awake, hungry ass hooligans stay with the blaze

I light a purple haze and the smoke rises high
I still hear the voices but I’m just trying to get dry
Thirst staggers in when the wind reaches fumes
I’ll light another one till my voices talk in tunes

Don’t ask me stories, I have none
My state of mind’s purple and my writing’s done
I’m living my life like everyday’s the last
So don’t ask me again, what about my past?