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letra de eye cry - heilig ijs

like a sharp knife, reality cuts like a razor’s edge. sumtimes i cry and wonder what’s next? what can i expect?
and it’s not just me, cuz there’s people hurtin’- people in need- i see it for my eyez i hear their cries- i see the tears
i bow my head to pray- i say; lord i see this everyday but my pain makes me selfish, i don’t want this-

sometimes i do somethin’ and i don’t understand- how could i? why? i look into the water but i- don’t recognize the man- the face, it ain’t familiair to me- who is he? who will i be after i’ve had everythin’ that i can stand? there’s just so much i can bare- problems comin’ over me and i stare at the man starin’ at me- i hat him- i need him- i wanna shoot him in the head! i feel trap-ped ‘coz i know people hate sad people who ain’t glad people due to circumstances within or without their control- so i take anotha stroll around the city- things shinin’, lookin’ mighty pretty-
my situation ain’t improvin’ though i’m movin’ through shops and tv-channels tryin’ to find something to cool my brain- i tell myself, this time i’m goin’ down the drain- goin’ insane- so much pain!! i pray: lord, help me! it’s all i can say
there’s no-one i trust, no-one- none to turn to -i’m afraid of the future,it’s true! lyin’ in my bed- can’t sleep at night- i weep at night. can’t do a thing, i feel cornered, dishonored, who can i trust?- i must speak with somebody. friends, do i have any? can’t go on on my own, when’s there gonna be some fruit from the tears i’ve sown?

sometimes i cry; why, lord why?
so much pain inside- feelin’ like i’m dyin’ inside

yo, sometimes i still feel like this, you best believe me. walkin’ around like a zombie with some weird kind of fever- i’m a nearly paralized individual, beggin’ for help. yes, i guess there must be a god coz’ i cannot trust myself- see all i wanna do is erase all the proof of my existence- disclaim the pain and stay on a safe distance. but runin’ away from your struggle doesn’t help anybody. so i have to get up, stand up, like bob marley. so i ask the lord to give me the power to live, he gave me his holy ghost- and so we roll together ever since. now that’s what i represent but every now and then this deep depressed feeling comes back at me, even though i’m free

- heilig ijs

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