[ Featuring Omari Malik Amn ]
Hook:
Talking to Me
My Demons are Talking to Me
But when they Speak
I do not Know what they Mean
Verse 1:
You can't just call God on His cell
So how do you decipher omens?
The hate in my heart is hotter than hell
I've got to keep the fire going
I'm in hot water it's as deep as the ocean
I drink until I'm bloated
If you've got cold feet, then I think mine are frozen
When God and I speak I start choking
Are you the wolf, sheep, or the chosen
My demons have spoken
And they're getting louder
Scared as a coward
I be
Unprepared for the powers
That be
Not ready to be under flowers
Buried
Beneath the dirt thats devouring me
If I could just make all the doubters believe
But these
Nightmares keep clouding my dreams
How do I think
With these
Demons shouting at me?
Verse 2:
Makes me want to scream
Don't believe in a thing
Not even in me
If you've seen what I seen
You'd think it's a dream
All the demons and fiends
I'm still trying to find just one reason to be
And I still entertain it
I'm healing from pain and
Concealing the hatred
I'm feeling the flame getting
Closer and closer
Shoulder to shoulder
With ogres that keep getting bolder and bolder
Face to face eye for an eye
Fight or you'll die
All for a piece of the pie in the sky
But your peace is the price
One piece of advice
Conquer these things in your mind
Because sometimes I get voices speaking in mine
Saying life has no meaning with reasons to die
Depending on my
State of mind, either I listen or I don't even reply
Verse 3:
The language is foreign
They're dangerous and horrid
My anguish is torture
I languish like corpses
Pleasure derived from my pain is important
It reassures me
That my hatred is dormant
Heaven or hell? Which place is meant for me
The demons and angels will sort us
But what's the difference
If love is the mission
Under what condition
Hell's road is paved with just intentions
No angel on my shoulder that's where the chip is
So don't shoot the messenger
Or they'll get the best of you
I've been obsessed with them
God is just testing you
These are the confessions of
Somebody who's fuming with hatred
Communing with Satan
In communication
With the misunderstood, sad, and the bloody
Whether it's from the good, bad, or the ugly
Because these