2.Demon (Jay-EME Unlimited)

In my head,

Under my bed,

I don't know where he is at,

Is he under the mat?

He can be as angry as a hissing cat,

But as quite as a little baby rat.

 

I feel like a monster is coming after me,

Sometimes I just wish I was more free.

It's as fast as light, to this day, I still fear its might.

It's a killer, it appears right behind me in the mirror.

It's followed me in my past, present and probably future.

Sometimes I try to fight it like a trooper.

It controls my pain, it blocks what I try to gain,

I try to be friendly but it's as miserable as rain.

It's a pattern, I try to remind myself it does not matter.

I try to climb recovery like a ladder, but it makes my life much more sadder.

It can my attitude badder, my sanity madder.

CHORUS!

 

In my head,

Under my bed,

I don't know where he is at,

Is he under the mat?

He can be as angry as a hissing cat,

But as quite as a little baby rat.

It has no meaning, it's a DEMON!

DEMON!

DEMOOOON!!

 

It began in 2000, It's still here in 2014,

It can be more blazing than lit gasoline.

It's like a psychical form of hate born to warn and inform me to avoid the storm of anger coming to get me.

But I reverse these pointless offended turds with meaningful words and powerful beats,

But as steep as these demands, no one would or could understand what I'm saying

but I'm never gonna be paying for these fees to tease the slaves of rythm who once went to the hypocritical cannabalism

of other talentless rappers. Yeah, I'm not gonna laugh at them for their fear. I'd shed a tear.

But as I turn back, my paranoia stacks mentally and attacks.

 

CHORUS!

In my head,

Under my bed,

I don't know where he is at,

Is he under the mat?

He can be as angry as a hissing cat,

But as quite as a little baby rat.

It has no meaning, it's a DEMON!

DEMON!

DEMOOOON!!

 

I'd never to go to racism or ignorance against other races.

I feel what they feel. I know what it is fiction and real.

I despise the stereotypes and all the nasty humor.

My anger against it explodes like a giant brain tumor.

If I was racist, I'd pull the trigger on myself.

Put my fuckin' steaming head on a shelf.

Fuck the KKK, but what I'm trying to tell you.

Benwell does not know feeling, it is discrimination.

Maybe my Demon is the warning and to state elimination.

I warn you. Let your demon go. Take meditation.

 

CHORUS!

In my head,

Under my bed,

I don't know where he is at,

Is he under the mat?

He can be as angry as a hissing cat,

But as quite as a little baby rat.

It has no meaning, it's a DEMON!

DEMON!

DEMOOOON!!