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10 years назад
Casting out the DemonsTrack 1 - TheRAPuetic - K-RinoChorus:I'm a get you off me.My lord, says I can't kill 'em softly, they die hard.See 'em floating all around me, 'cos they trying, to get inside, (of) my mind.Verse 1:Hey, self sabotage, savage heart, now I'm forced, to map a course though the forest of my callous thoughts. It's crazy cos the saddest part is when the laughing starts, I had a spark but that was lost in the albatross.The guilt process tries to relinquish my options, guess that I've been victimised by me thinking wise topics.Two psychiatrists enter with synchronised watches, asking what my eye-optics see in these ink-defined blotches.How many purposely were buried in my word debris, even I suffered extreme amounts of hurt from me,no disrespect to you'll's worldly universities but they ain't qualified to service these ghetto emergencies.The plotting heathen finally got even, I'm trying but not breathing, anxiety not leaving.They ask me what I do at night for entertainment, I fight to maintain possession of my saneness.Verse 2:Trying to make it work but it's not falling in line, gotpeople trying to tell me that it's, all in my mind.Everybody worried keep calling and crying, want to check me out but I keep stalling for time.Money ain't the remedy, I can't let it tempt me.Bank account full but my soul is still empty.Ticking like a time-bomb my attitude is explosive.I'm the biggest enemy I got, I keep me the closest.Evil entities invade us but we can't let them take us.Want the demons out your house, you got to serve them the evictions papers.Say preacher, you ain't doing what you should.Your church is empty cos your words don't touch the hood.We're suffocating, no ventilation, we all grieving. I'm trying to turn some lights on in my dark regions.Something calling me to come but I refuse to go.Trying not to lose it bro, thank god for music though.Verse 3:Yeh, got to shake this demonic heat, bad thoughts jugging at me while i'm trying to sleep.The wolf be disguised as a honour-sheep, looking like a pretty gold fish with some piraña teeth.I tried reclining on the side line comfortably, ain't want to work for my soul, I wanted something free.But in the end, cast out, I ain't the one to be.I flipped the game around and made the devil run from me.Don't be fooled just because they giving you'll 'bread', you not alive unless you know they want us all dead.Undetectable presence, you never seen the 'blood', cos he comes in the form of what you think you love.I walk around with my own guilt, draped over my shoulder like a long quilt.But I ain't sleeping in it, I'm a shed it gladly, nice try you almost had me.