TWO VOICES

TITLE: "TWO VOICES"

In my head it’s two voices, both bad choices,

One yell “crash out,” one whisper “stay focused.”

I’m stuck in the middle like “who really knows this?”

Cold Verse, whole brain sound like a group chat loaded.

(Voice 1)

Text your ex, say “hey,” start a whole new mess,

Scroll up, find pain, then double-tap stress.

Post something petty on your story, no context,

Watch ‘em all guess who you talkin’ ‘bout next.

(Voice 2)

Chill, bro, breathe, put the phone back down,

You know you’ll hate yourself when it all comes round.

Go write, go sleep, drink water, be smart,

You don’t need more screenshots, you need a new start.

(Voice 1)

Man, shut up, we bored, let’s argue online,

Quote-tweet somebody with a bar that rhyme.

Drop a subtrack, tag nobody by name,

But make it obvious enough to light up their brain.

(Voice 2)

Or… how ‘bout not? You want peace or clout?

Every “little joke” you make, you gotta clean up after now.

We been here before, same loop, same spin,

You love round one, but you cry by round ten.

In my head it’s two voices, both bad choices,

One yell “crash out,” one whisper “stay focused.”

I’m stuck in the middle like “who really knows this?”

Cold Verse, whole brain sound like a group chat loaded.

(Voice 1)

Pop that pill, sip that drink, numb that ache,

Turn all them red flags into confetti you fake.

We can laugh through the pain, we can joke through the fear,

You don’t gotta feel nothin’ if you never think clear.

(Voice 2)

Yeah, until you wake up mad at your own face,

Heart racin’, stomach sick, brain outta place.

We tried that route, remember? Bathroom floor?

You said “never again,” now you knockin’ on the door.

(Voice 1)

Man, life too short not to wild out once,

Let’s say what we want, do what we want, no fronts.

Burn that bridge, break that bond, send that text,

We’ll deal with the damage when it’s damage, what’s next?

(Voice 2)

And that’s exactly how we lose what’s real,

You trade people for moments, wounds for thrills.

I ain’t perfect, I’m just tired of the spin,

You keep pickin’ the fire then complain when you singe.

Both of y’all loud… and both of y’all me.

Great.

Sometimes I listen to the worst one just ‘cause it’s fun,

Sometimes I listen to the calm one, then still come undone.

I’m not saint or villain, I’m stuck in between,

Tryna choose who hold the wheel while I chase a dream.

One voice say “blow up,” one say “grow up,”

One say “post that,” one say “hold up.”

All I know is when I’m quiet and the noise stop hittin’,

The only thing that saves me is the verse I’m spittin’.

In my head it’s two voices, both bad choices,

One yell “crash out,” one whisper “stay focused.”

I’m stuck in the middle like “who really knows this?”

Cold Verse, two minds, one pen, still loaded.

If you hear me argue with myself… don’t interrupt.

I might finally win.