I know you hear the cry's,
that's six feet inside.
I know you hear the voices,
that's tell me to hide.
I know you hear the footsteps,
the steps of a liar.

why can't you hear the sound of my mouth on fire.
why can't you hear the words.

you only read the bare truth,
that lives inside.
but why can't you just take a word or two.

don't listen to the thing inside,
listen to my voice.
don't listen to the baby cry,
listen to my voice.
don't listen to the thoughts at night,
just listen to my voice.

I know you hear me.
© Rio Pursia (AKA) DeMario Rankin