Sick Rat & Cedric Till - The Calling (feat. Iunno) Lyrics

I was born in Berlin City, but in arms I felt home
When, life would come down on me hard like hailstones
As I'm, alternating dispositions in a blink
You'll figure me out when I'm finally gone, or so you think

The only constant in my life has been art, and hardships
And of course, who wants to be compared to Vincent Van Gogh
While living? - A sensitive being, with senses of seeing
That don't require eyes, it's synesthesia, blessed to receive

The messages encoded in color and sound, it's vibrations
Flows, are libations for those that died in the matrix
And those alive who are facing themselves, and yet reality
The ultimate illusion is identity

The legend continues, names are changed to protect the guilty
Without regrets we leave behind whatever serves us no longer
Adversity is a given, I don't run from my calling
And keep evolving because what doesn't make me stronger will kill me

Some people get all the love and still they doubt
Some people get all the neglect, but, still they trust
I'm dedicated to my craft, that is what I'm about
And any overdue respect, when it's given, I laugh

YOU DRIVE ME CRAZY - Sorry
WHAT DID I DO? - Nothing
YOU DRIVE ME CRAZY - Why's that?
WHAT DID I DO? - I don't know

Maybe it's propensity that keeps me coming back to this
A tendency to breathe a stream of depth conceals a tragic twist
Taken my identity, I had to walk and let it be
I'm haunted by these talking walls, that I can't break to set'em free

Lately see, this vacancy is really taking over
This building up's been built enough; I can't control emotion
This fear of lust reveals in us a loss of touch and closeness
I'm hanging on, she hanged and so I'm hung up, I was roped in

Hope then was hopeless, I was hopelessly devoted
I was 'sposed to see the omens in this post debris of novas
But I don't, it seems unnoticed, yeah there's folks who grieve with photos
A picture's worth a thousand words but it's not like someone wrote'em

So I hang on to the moments but the rope was poorly woven
I was sitting here this morning, thought I missed out on my calling
I was broken... See, life is always spoken
The phonetics of poetic morphs enforce the paths we've chosen

YOU DRIVE ME CRAZY - Sorry
WHAT DID I DO? - Nothing
YOU DRIVE ME CRAZY - Why's that?
WHAT DID I DO? - I don't know

The hearts of all the people I've touched will represent for me
The feelings I expressed over beats, will be my legacy
The friendships I've been honored to forge, reveal the best in me
They challenge and inspire the person I've yet to be

Going forward in baby steps, stumbling while battered by fate
Or is it unconscious choices I made?
At what point is navel-gazing just a form of narcissism?
I guess despite all the talking, I don't find it hard to listen

At the bottom of this heart sits, who knows what
But whenever I step onto that stage, it shows up
And resonates with people; some young, but most older
I appreciate you for it, even if I never told ya

Cried tears of joy when I saw my friends get love
From the crowd, but couldn't help also thinking "what about?"
It's expectations, I'm hard on myself, driving
A million-mile car like it's a race, and I don't bother with maintenance