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lirik lagu helpless feeling – gatch

[verse 1]
the legend of michael collins inside this mic is a promise
for brighter times but if like him i die tonight for my province
will music be buried with me or live in the ears of listeners
who will be at my funeral shedding tears of a different complexion
just pretending to mourn me like its compulsive
im torn between the reluctance of god and feeling accomplished
the microphone my accomplice the pen and pad my devotion
a silent home of asylum i cried in bled out and spoken
recitals of my revival reminders of how i travelled
a spinning top of inception my vinyl records can fathom
a thicker plot i project with the time i spent in this cabin
’til i rot i will beckon with rhymes i vent and imagine
child of men like im faron searching earth for a reason
to turn the hurt into freedom and rise from dirt and my demons
but a pheonix never thrives underground
like a miner with the mind of a g*nius never found

[verse 2]
as i lie awake with rain in the darkness feel like the farthest from truly being an artist i’ll p-ss the time it’s regardless
on writing a rhyme or maybe just buying a gram to settle
nervous symptoms i had diagnosed in me as a petal
a bare root, but you can bear fruit to my adams apple
larynx of filthy habits inhabited by the doors of the chapel
am i more than a stranger with smoking habits?
endangered by hope and having this faith in my only talent
days in this lonely planet are feeling more like a struggle
the older i get it seems the more problems i have to juggle
thats life, this verse is spoken without the bragging complexion
its just the curse of my soul that was sewn as an adolescent
truly its undeniable gloomy but justifiable
just to find an affectionate hobby, had to pry from the patronizing demeanors
of parrot lies from the teachers who’s paradise is to keep you in shallow life but im deeper

[spoken]
how much abuse can we handle how many lives can be taken
before its not just a gamble of suicide in our nation
how many words can be spoken before its proven to damage
sticks and stones are just a metaphor for usual habits
of putting up with the names, hoodies up in their shame
until enough is enough and they start to open their veins
until the mirrors are broken i barely bare my reflection
i say a prayer my perception of me will change in the heavens
and im not talking of mine, it’s the perception of those
who only fuelled my insecurity and stepped on my toes
will they be there at my casket masking the pain that they gave me
swearing me as a companion saying they wished that they saved me
this is a message to all, if you feel destined to fall
you pick yourself up from the slumber and prove all of um wrong
i found my voice through these songs you can find your’s in this message
your worth it, you have a purpose and dont ever forget it gatch

- gatch

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