The Suffering (feat. Hardcore Johnny of Impulse Society)

Song Length 3:38 Genre Rap - Hip Hop, Rock - Modern
Tempo Fast (151 - 170) Lead Vocal Other
Mood Restless, Troubled Subject Pain, General
Language English Era 2000 and later

Lyrics

Intro: Various Voices
Why me?
You can?t win, pussy,
Go ahead, do it?
Why me?
You?re a loser
Nobody give?s a shit about you
You?re weak

Verse: YKC
What is this going on in my head/
Livin a life I?ma live to regret/
I?m seein red like I bled from the head/
It?s like this everyday when I step outta bed/
It?s time to stop thee monotony/
Inside of me, there?s gotta be/
A way out of this/
State of mind of getting pissed/
For now I know it?s just a wish/
I?m just a bitch if I slit my wrist/
After the pain I just forget/
And rip the same wound open again, stitch for stitch/
Just gotta get through the motions/
Swim through this emotional ocean/
Get to the root of what?s causing commotion/
Try and stop the madness but it keeps on coasting/
Life?s a nightmare and I lay awake/
Always askin myself do I have what it takes/
The world the way it is what?s stressing me/
That and the rest of me is the recipe/
For what might lead to the death of me/
Is this a test for me, let?s just see/
Questionably, it?s gonna take the best of me/
To find out just what?s my destiny/

Chorus: Hardcore Johnny
I don?t need your sympathy
I can?t take it in the ground
And I don?t need your guilt on me
It sticks to me and weighs me down
And I don?t need your bleedin? heart
It makes a noisy rumbling sound
And I don?t need your voice in me
It?s in my head and way too loud

Verse: The 23rd Stallion
Am I crazy cause I, stare at the wall
Am I gonna fall, I hope not, demons
Beatin? on my dome, and they won?t stop
Hearin? the ringin? Of a phone and I throw rocks
Cause I?m, kinda in the zone when I smoke pots just
Leave me the hell alone Or I?ll call the cops
Stop and watch, the signs I see
Take a hold of this confusion blindin? me,
This illusion keeps confining me
This intrusion crippling my thoughts and moves
That?s what I thought you?d do
Tried to act all friendly like I bought you food
Low and true
Please believe if you hear me walking
Someone is talking about putting me in a coffin
Or maybe it?s me
Flip the script, I hate being E,R I,
C?ing is believing, leave me beaten
or leave me bleeding
Doesn?t really matter as long as we?re even
Don?t understand how it got to this
Hope your watching this, ain?t no stopping this
Mental time bomb, set to go off at any second
A lot more dangerous than weapons I?m guessin?
Lesson learned

Chorus: Hardcore Johnny
I don?t need your sympathy
I can?t take it in the ground
And I don?t need your guilt on me
It sticks to me and weighs me down
And I don?t need your bleedin? heart
It makes a noisy rumbling sound
And I don?t need your voice in me
It?s in my head and way too loud

Bridge: Hardcore Johnny
Cause it?s always been the same
Cause everything?s the same
My sufferings the same
It goes round and round and than
Back again

Cause it?s always been the same
Cause everything?s the same
My sufferings the same
It goes round and round and than
Back again

Verse: Tur-Bo
I?m driven insane from the pain
That I blame On the mistakes
That I make from the images seen
And the forms they take,
so I try to stay awake
cause I?m afraid of the dark
when I close both eyes
that?s when everything starts
cause in dreams things seem
How they?re suppose to be,
?til the nightmares appear
And take ahold of me,
Like smoke breathed in
Till its choking me
and then it plagues my soul,
so ambition for goals
starts to take a tole,
becomes low to the point
where I lose control
of my whole inner being
eventhough I live life
I do question its meaning
when I walk through a storm
hope for summer and wonder,
Do I deserve this
How long should I suffer
Till I utter the words
I can?t take no more
Thought that was the door
but the hallway?s blocked
find another way around
but the exits locked
and can?t find the key
or escape from the rage
inside of me
wish fate sealed hate,
be kind to me,
to unlock the soul
that I?m trying to free
for all these years
look at all these tears
that I shed on the bed
and the blood that I bled
til it feels like I?m dead
but I know I?m not yet
cause I still hear the voices
scream inside of my head

Lyrics 857 (Tur-Bo, YKC, the 23rd Stallion) Music 857 (Al G.)
Producer 857 Performance 857

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