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mista l - voices in my head كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1]

you’re on the edge
living in dark shades
nights are so black
so many regrets
that’s bad
cats talking sh_t behind my back
lack of trust and what they said
got a weird feeling
confusing and chilling
tha h_ll are you meaning?
they lied to me:
police brutality
still harming me
i thought that finally
could live in harmony
no luck for me
folks are fighting thee
mockery and end up
hanging over the balcony
what a lottery
robberies
of your property
soul assassins
they know how we acting
keep us tracking
spying our paper stacking
we creating _ they are wrecking
what the heck and
people dying from thе stick_ups
pop pop, pop and the bodies dropped
crookеd politicians and the cops
it ain’t no stopping
da paper in their pocket
and now they talking
ducking from the random shots
wonder why they got guns?
only twisting fingers can say none
ain’t no fun when you on the run
if you slow your roll _ then you done
i’m from the b.street, where the f_ck you came from?
[hook: sligh talkbox]

i hear voices in my head keep calling me
feels like they want to tell a little story, story, story…
i hear voices in my head keep calling me
feels so sorry for my long_gone homies, homies, homies…

[verse 2]

west minded
and i’m grinding
in the city that active
let’s see how they reacting
to the system
you dont trust
and the masses
holding by the government
all still relevant:
no chance for independent,
da police is still very hated
look what you created:
all good things in people faded
only in when they get payed
and the payday integrated
how could you rate it?
when they are invading streets
you living in for years
revealing all your fears
the only thing that left is start praying
you know i’m just saying
that it all became lame and
’cause things are still the same
everyday we in this game (hey!)
jumping on the same train
or you in it for the fame?
there’s no third way
i told ya since 2008 (yep)
fake friends make deep lies
6 millions ways to die
but your choice between suicide or homicide
drive_bys, oh my
only making mothers cry
what you dealing with inside?
you better start fighting
[hook: sligh talkbox]

- mista l

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