Ill in Tha Mind
So what are these quiet conversations that we have with ourselves
They've been wearing on my patience
Bitch
If you couldn't tell
My mind became complacent
My brain it starts to swell
My legs they keep on aching
It's been a long
Walk through hell
Through these years we keep on racing
It's hard to stay still
Forgetful of our purpose
We've all been taught how to kill
And in the moment that you feel worthless don't rely on that little pill
The world tricked you into thinking, your mind fell ill
And everyday we keep on working
Keeping these goals in our mind
Just don't sell your soul
To the merchant of time
So what are these quiet conversations that we have with ourselves
They've been wearing on my patience
Bitch
If you couldn't tell
My mind became complacent
My brain it starts to swell
My legs they keep on aching
It's a long
Walk through hell
Through these years we keep on racing
It's hard to stay still
Forgetful of our purpose
We've all been taught how to kill
In the moment that you feel worthless, don't rely on that little pill
The world tricked you into thinking, your mind fell ill
And everyday we keep on working
Keeping these goals in our mind
Just don't sell your soul
To the merchant of time
So what are these quiet conversations that we have with ourselves
They've been wearing on my patience
Bitch
If you couldn't tell
My mind became complacent
My brain it starts to swell
My legs they keep on aching
It's been a long
Walk through hell
Through these years we keep on racing
It's hard to stay still
Forgetful of our purpose
We've all been taught how to kill
And in the moment that you feel worthless don't rely on that little pill
The world tricked you into thinking, your mind fell ill
And everyday we keep on working
Keeping these goals in our mind
Just don't sell your soul
To the merchant of time
So what are these quiet conversations that we have with ourselves
They've been wearing on my patience
Bitch
If you couldn't tell
My mind became complacent
My brain it starts to swell
My legs they keep on aching
It's a long
Walk through hell
Through these years we keep on racing
It's hard to stay still
Forgetful of our purpose
We've all been taught how to kill
In the moment that you feel worthless, don't rely on that little pill
The world tricked you into thinking, your mind fell ill
And everyday we keep on working
Keeping these goals in our mind
Just don't sell your soul
To the merchant of time
So what are these quiet conversations that we have with ourselves
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Writer(s): Nicholas Basile
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