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letra de lost voyage - odyss3y

{verse i}
it’s so hard to say i’m sorry, it’s so hard to self-reflect
make the world a better place, i put a bullet in my head
i’m still running outta friends, steady running from the past
now the cunning gon’ append, now these words turn to my last

friends last like a meet and greet, guess lucy reserved a seat
it’s getting harder to breathe, left dead on the barren streets
they spread the fire like its charcoal with they bottles full of alcohol
disobey the role you played, now the body going awol

my soul into the music, calling up more then the therapy
heavy recipe taken from foes that fume from they jealously
enemies that think they have the remedy to ever save me

i got anxieties and tendencies and memories repressed
rip this sh-t out of my chest, put them souvenirs to rest
now my body starts to slip, put these bullets in a clip
press the muzzle to my head, pull the trigger now i’m

explain my problems, but it’s like these b-tches never listen
my existence fatal against my own opposition
i’m always running in these potholes, i’m starting to fall back
talk too much, wonder why my soul got sn-tched like that

i’m just sickened when i’m always surrounded
surrounded by the all the two-face fakes, numbers turn countless
so much sh-t repeating i’m thinking i’m stuck in a loop
yeah, my story starts to end when the lasso wrapped on the hoop
{bridge}
i take residence inside of your consciousness
but soon enough, i’ll be solo as the barren populace
i maintain dominance, retaliate and you’ll feel consequence
you scream for a name, but i think i’ll stay anonymous

you try to take your sight back
you can try your best to fight back
but next time when you wake up
you’ll always know i’ll be right back

you think you’re on the right track
even though you’re failing right now
failed your own test
i’m the guest, so show respect!

{verse ii}
this sh-t anarchy, another collection of insurrection
f-ck a router, i just radiate my disconnection
i copped a mirror only to demolish my reflection
blade to the arm now that’s another lethal injection

i’ll yell louder to every direction to f-cking heaven
just to grab god’s attention for even less than a second
i fed deception, now i got depression as redemption
heaven sent to h-ll the switch from verbal act to lesson
they convince lies into your mind like they talk politics
one slam of a hammer for life or be trapped behind the bricks
with these deceitful pr-cks begging for another fix
the rest grab weapons and wessons to rep them, lunatics

trying to conceit, hoping that i piece together and complete
now you see, all this f-cking heat i gotta go retreat
hope is lost, i’m breaking to the dawn, just another p-wn
let this pistol be my guest, ain’t gon’ bequest when i’m gone

- odyss3y

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