Voices in my Head

Yeah As I speak I can hear them I hear them Yeah I can hear them right now feeding thoughts I don't need to think Make me make decisions without a second guess or a blink Sky high confidence, downsized, now shrink Push me to the edge of sanity, save me from the brink Please I can imagine the coffins Paint a perfect picture through the lens of an ant crawling 'Cause the ant is unaware that the boot's right there, coming to end the ant, alive, now disappear I hear them, I hear them, they're constantly clearing the food that I had for thought so I put in my ear plugs and the ear muffs But they're not enough 'cause the voice is internal Might as well write the words in my lyrical journal Talking to myself then this doesn't concern you I doubt I'd even have the intellect to see or discern you "Take the knife out the store, let's make it bloody galore, now you're in the psych ward" Motherfucker, I heard you To add the insult to injury, prepare for the scrutiny Prepare for the lecture from your people and their true beliefs I didn't ask them for their concern to learn my inner works My world is an enigma, mama raised an introvert What happen to Q the first? I don't know He's around in the streets He's probably high off the weed 'cause he's around in the streets My focus is solitary, my focus is on me Damn, not again, they're coming for me As I speak, I can hear them Convincing myself that I have nothing to fear But I can't see this enemy Is he a friend to me? Or is he a voice in my head going on a killing spree? I don't know I don't know what to think Don't even recognize this man looking for knives in nana's kitchen sink I can hear them right now feeding thoughts I don't need to think Make me make decisions without a second guess or a blink Sky high confidence, downsized, now shrink Push me to the edge of sanity, save me from the brink Please I can imagine the coffins Paint a perfect picture through the lens of an ant crawling 'Cause the ant is unaware that the boot's right there, coming to end the ant, alive, now disappear I hear them, I hear them, they're constantly clearing the food that I had for thought so I put in my ear plugs and the ear muffs But they're not enough 'cause the voice is internal Might as well write the words in my lyrical journal Talking to myself then this doesn't concern you I doubt I'd even have the intellect to see or discern you "Take the knife out the store, let's make it bloody galore, now you're in the psych ward" Motherfucker, I heard you I heard you