From the recording SCRIBBLED DREAMZ
Lyrics
Lost in My Skin
Lost in my skin,
I’m tryna find
where the light begins
Lost from within,
demons grin
when the night wins
Heartbeat like a drum,
but the rhythm’s thin
I’m talkin’ to the mirror
like a stranger again
I wake up in a maze
where the walls whisper names,
Shadows chess
on my chest,
every move
taking names
Skin like a map
with the routes
all erased,
Smile counterfeit,
pockets full of
empty praise.
Demons in the closet
got a doctorate in doubt,
They lecture my reflection,
teach me how to bow out.
I spit scripture
to the scars,
try to stitch up the seam,
But the needle’s blunt,
the thread’s
just a dream.
Punchlines for the pain,
every bar is a bandage,
I trade truth
for a moment of silence
and manage.
Clock ticks like a judge,
verdicts written in sweat,
I bargain with the night
but the night never forgets.
I’m lost but
I’m loud,
I’m broken
but proud
I’m talkin’ to the dark
and
I’m screaming out loud
Demons might win
round after round
but
they won't own me now!
Lost from within,
like a city with no map,
I’m a ghost in my own house,
footsteps tap
the trap door
in the mirror
a stranger from before
He’s got my laugh
but the light in his eyes
is sad.
Demons play piano
on the ribs of my chest,
They compose lullabies
that keep me from rest.
I Box with the past,
it’s a heavyweight bout,
Every blow I land,
shows my precision again
yet still
no count
Punchlines hit like hammers,
build bridges from pain,
Only to watch the river flood
and
wash them away again.
I learned to speak in scars,
fluent in the ache,
Turned my silence into armor,
still
it starts to break.
I’m lost
but
I’m loud,
I’m broken
but proud
I’m talkin’ to the dark
and
I’m screaming out loud
Demons might win
round after round
but
they won't
own me now!
Demons got a mirror too,
they practice my face,
They mimic my moves
and
try to steal my place.
If losing is a language
then I’m fluent and raw,
But I spit in the dialect
that the demons never
heard at all.
I’m lost but I’m loud,
I’m broken but proud
I’m talkin’ to the dark
and I’m screaming
it out loud
Demons might win rounds
but they don't own my crown
but they don’t own the crowd!