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4. THE ËLYSIŮM FIELDS

This is for all those who go through what I do

Voices in my head, got me talkin’ to the wall,
Every night I hear the whispers, tryna make a brother fall.
Stress in my chest, but I’ll never drop dead,
Fuck the system, I rise with the voices in my head.
Paranoid steps, every move I tread,
Cops on my hole, but they ain’t got me yet.


Nights in the trap, I ain’t slept in a week,
Eyes on the door, hear the floorboards creak.
Sirens in the wind, got my heart on edge,
But I’m standin’ on the line, won’t step off the ledge.
Judge wanna bury me, system wanna fold me,
Homies turned ghost when the cops tried to hold me.
Pressure on my shoulders, but I fight instead,
Can’t drown me out, I got voices in my head.

Voices in my head, got me talkin’ to the wall,
Every night I hear the whispers, tryna make a brother fall.
Stress in my chest, but I’ll never drop dead,
Fuck the system, I rise with the voices in my head.
Paranoid steps, every move I tread,
Cops on my hole, but they ain’t got me yet.


Whispers in the dark, sayin’ “watch who you trust,
Loyalty’s fake, most the love just rust.
Brothers in the dirt, too many names on stone,
Got me writin’ in the night, bleed my pain through the phone.
Ankle chain tight, but my dreams still move,
I’m a product of the struggle, living proof in the booth.
Can’t silence my truth, I speak what they dread,
Fuck a crooked badge, I got voices in my head.

Voices in my head, got me talkin’ to the wall,
Every night I hear the whispers, tryna make a brother fall.
Stress in my chest, but I’ll never drop dead,
Fuck the system, I rise with the voices in my head.
Paranoid steps, every move I tread,
Cops on my hole, but they ain’t got me yet.

Smoke in the air, can’t see but I breathe,
Pain in my gut, but I still don’t leave.
Cops kickin’ doors, but they late to the show,
I’ve been playin’ this game, and they too slow.
Time on my wrist, still I write my fate,
I’m the last one standin’ when they close that gate.
Blood in my pen, every word I bled,
Truth in my soul with these voices in my head.

Voices in my head, got me talkin’ to the wall,
Every night I hear the whispers, tryna make a brother fall.
Stress in my chest, but I’ll never drop dead,
Fuck the system, I rise with the voices in my head.
Paranoid steps, every move I tread,
Cops on my hole, but they ain’t got me yet.

System on my neck, but I’ll never say quit,
Born in the fire, I was made for this shit.
Can’t cage the mind, can’t choke my flow,
I spit what I live, and the struggle gon’ show.
Even if the reaper try to drag me to the dead,
I’ll fight till I’m gone with the voices in my head.


Cops on my hole, but I still walk free,
Fuck the system, they can’t break me.
Scars on my body, but I rise instead,
Whole life haunted by the voices in my head.

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