Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Heartache, artist - Panacea. Album song Thinking Back, Looking Forward, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 08.12.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Kyle Murdock
Song language: English
Heartache |
Sometimes I listen to you and won’t let my mouth speak |
Some information in my ears I pray that God leaks |
Don’t wanna keep it but when looking around |
I see that people that surround are so happy you’re down |
What a trick word that disturbs the people that thinks |
Caught in a world of smoking cigarettes that keeps on the brink |
A race of people like the Natives coming close to extinct-tion |
Endangered species, I then slowly blink |
I let my eyes slowly open to a scene in which I’m scoping |
Where it’s kids killing kids religious wars that will go on |
From now til' it hits the last man but time goes on |
And something coming next since time was made to flow on |
As the world turns, it turns old |
We start warm, then turn cold |
Start half then turn whole, so crying to God |
I try to understand the place I’m at |
Is this all inside? |
Made to fly |
I listen to my heart and tell it with pride |
They say the soul of Black folks lives eternally through the music |
So when I’m doing it, this is what my heart is speaking |
It’s uncontrollable but I am dedicated |
This is bright as summer mornings but gray as the sky that shades it |
A city of my feelings that’s way overpopulated |
Contemplate it |
Girls try to get it but it’s overrated |
Dated back to the 70's it gave me a beat |
This deep melancholy sound won’t stop until it’s complete |
I got a lot of things to think in |
The loving that makes me |
Eliminate the mental states of venom and hate |
Not to my people nah, I’m for preventing the spread |
Instead, I give to God what’s in the back of my head |
Discrimination of all kinds |
Effects on Blacks from slave times |
We make time to understand self |
So when I state rhymes |
I’m speaking to unite us how out black hearts will |
Never drown in our sorrows just one day grow gills |
I need patience by my ain’t still |
It’s at a place where your jaw can feel |
It’s yet a script forever writing some shit |
A permanent tick |
Picks up the pitch but won’t ever switch |
It’s black and silent means inhumanly good |
Misunderstood, the engine running beneath the hood |
Pain, a lot of heartache, blood sweat and tears |
So many nights you lie awake crying wondering |
Will the day ever come you’ll be able to rest? |
Will the day ever come that you’ll be able to just take life easy for a while? |