Callahan - Cradle to the Cemetery

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LYRICS ⬇️

I put down the phone I pick up the pen
I’m out of ideas
A couple of dark days
Make me travel a thousand light years
Out of my mind
Into a screen.. no doubt resides here
My head in the sand
No one ever taught me how to fight fears
I enter the room
There’s clouds of smoke a powder lines near
But I gotta stay clean
Do you ever day dream
Bout your nightmares ?
You shout and cry tears
Living your life uncomfortably
You’re under sea
Never was good at keeping company…cos
I was the black sheep
Who grew up around a crowd of white brehs
They’re putting me down ‘joking around’
Not how it sounds to my ears
I gotta flee from loserville
When will they crown the pioneer ?
I got a dream and shoes to fill
I hope you found your Nike airs
Walking these lonely roads
Stuck in a crowded mind
I vanish in outer space without a trace
Without a sign
I feel like I’m out of space I’m out of place
I’m out of time
It’s bout to get peak for me…
Now I’m on a mountain climb
And I wanna break the nooses
And I wanna break the chains
I don’t wanna make excuses
But I wanna make a change
I don’t wanna stay reclusive
I don’t wanna stay the same
But I gotta fold before I fly…
Paper plane
My sat nav is working but I feel misdirected
My wi fi is working but I feel disconnected
I tend to get introspective
In this perspective
Letting all my poems spill
Giving you that poet feel…
When you’re life is stress galore
But your on that quest for more
So low you caress the floor
But you’re desperate for
What your destined for
I ain’t lying on no beach tell them people rest assure/ rest ashore
That I’m back on my bs ps
Im ready to press record
Now let’s detour
Raise the tempo
when I hear the perfect drop
Welcome to the main event show
When I’m in my verbal box
When I’m in my rhyming bag I’m hitting these personal spots
Been alienated ever since the day
That my circle cropped
Callahan procrastinates
like there’s an eternal clock
No more of the advert breaks
this where the commercial stops
Labouring like Hercules
But the juice ain’t worth the squeeze
Tired of uncertainty
Going on a murder spree
Verbally like…
Like fizz in a can I’m ready to pop and spill
This dark desire
A sizzling pan im letting off steam my dream
I can’t acquire
This missile in hand is glistening and
It just might spark the fire
You listening fam ? No Michelin man
My body won’t start to tire
Gonna push my pen and
Gonna make sure that my craft inspires
Gonna paint like Rembrandt
Gonna do it to the day my heart expires
Like an English exam
Gonna make sure that they’re marking my words
And the last thing I heard
Were the voices of the voiceless singing….
Cradle to the cemetery as the world goes by
I stand still
Table full of Hennessy I won’t tell no lie
I can feel….