Youssef Shenouda - Ink Memories (feat. Marlen) Lyrics

Blisters forming inside of my brain
Exercise I train, my mind to refrain
From meeting its demise
Now a word from the wise
Live by the truth cuz everybody lies
That's why, when I talk in the booth (testing, testing)
I'm more honest than the innocent youth
Who don't perceive the ugly in deception
No need to deceive, life's a beauty in their bubble of perception
But now, a couple years down the road
Stumble at the recollection of images in the past
One emotion pillages and outlasts
Happiness, lack of feeling like an outcast
Lack of a ceiling
The moon and stars are home to dreams considered too far to reach
Packed church, trying to hear the pastor preach
Looking for an answer through the words that he teach
Should I join them in those seats?
Or should I keep searching through the mic and these beats
I might just freeze in this cycle of repeats, if I don't leave
And that'll mean defeat, that'll mean defeat
Take a dip in a pool of my fears
Thoughts in pictures, faces smeared
Close my eyes, feel the waves standing by the pier
Near, the house I call my home
But it's not where I was grown, do I care that I'm alone
Oh, do I care that I'm alone? No

I don't know why I feel alone
I got music in my bones

I don't, know why, I feel alone
But I'm in my zone on the way to the throne
Over stepping stones, over stepping stones
Music's in my bones, music's in my bones, music's in my bones
I don't, know why, I feel alone
But I'm in my zone on the way to the throne
Over stepping stones, over stepping stones
Music's in my bones, music's in my bones, music's in my bones

Now it's all you, don't fail (Nope)
Well I got my peers too, won't bail
On the same trail, keep the path straight and never derail
Catch quick if anybody sinks
Lord knows that I would've
Maybe I should've listened and thought about my mission
Maybe then I would've found whatever's missing
But i'm working towards it
Tripping, but get off the floor quick, into a sprint
I keep my words in print
So I can look into my past and read my memories in ink
Searching for the remedies they bring
But the music plays so I sing
When I'm writing in a lucid phase
I say truths I never knew had played a huge role in my youth
All those years I prayed
Getting lesser with days
Getting lesser with days
Getting lesser with days

I don't know why I feel alone
I got music in my bones

I don't, know why, I feel alone
But I'm in my zone on the way to the throne
Over stepping stones, over stepping stones
Music's in my bones, music's in my bones, music's in my bones

Stress'll fester, never let ya, get your rest up
Feeling pressed up on the wall
Claustrophobic, I can't move
Learning about anaerobic respiration
Like breathing in elevation
Oxygen deprivation, chest tightens, hyperventilation
CO2 complication, do I look free to you?
Toxic creation in the blood how I feel
Maybe today I'm going to pray while I kneel
Maybe today I'm going to pray while I kneel