John Wesley (Rap) - Walls Echo lyrics

I know you want to be a princess at an inaugural ball But you only have one gla** slipper, see how far you can walk Before you try a pair of someone who's never talked to a god You live for everyone else your paths might be crossing a lot Dramatic, hearing the choir singing falsetto Voices in my head or are spirits making the walls echo Rap to me's a notebook, a desk, a pen and me by myself I have no other choice, my wrongs won't write themselves I got the lowdown on heaven and now I'm high as hell And I'm good at keeping a secret as far as I can tell Sometimes I say things, just so I can mess with your mind A song is worthless if it doesn't have you pressing rewind We can see right through your no attempt lyric sheets You won't have a problem with stolen music or piracy I'd tear your church down to limit the damage that you've done But then you'd waste twelve million on a new one Walls echo, choir singing falsetto You're wrong if you think you're all special How do I get you to listen? Whatever's written is just my attempt to speak my imagination and let you live in it Everything else is really secondary How do so many forget that their imagination is imaginary Don't mean to celebrate the fact I have a troubled mind Or complain or subliminally say it's awful oh woe is me in double time Thought that I'd be a legend for sure Until reality set in and monsters coming for my head crept to the door No wonder my mother would tell me that I'll be dead soon Coming out of my bedroom, blood from another head wound Honestly, I'm feeling pretty discouraged Thought the music would handle itself, I've never been this nervous So if I talk about razors and wrists It's only cause I'm talking to those who're so depressed, not using a razor's a risk So if this twisted playground seems basic and sick I'm offering solace to whoever needs a place to exist Walls echo, choir singing falsetto You're wrong if you think you're all special I'm so thankful, yet ready to say to hell with it Hopefully it goes to show emotion is relative Not trying to release ‘Brace Yourself' again I'm more concerned with word of mouth, rather than selling it I'd say I've been pushed to my limit But I know at the end of life I'd give everything I could to relive it What good is it to make light of perceived problems If you hate life, my advice would be to never come at all or leave often That's why every mistake I've ever made taunts me Or maybe it's because I put all of the blame on me I thought writing it down would get rid of it Once and for all, but it didn't, not even a little bit Actually it only made it worse Cause now when I perform the song I relieve it all while I say the verse So I have buried all my secrets deep inside, but they're buried alive By now I thought they'd be barely alive But no, see keeping a secret's like planting a seed And as it grows it produces guilt from the branches and leaves And you're starving to tell the truth so bad that you eat it The whole thing, then go to the next tree and repeat it Walls echo, choir singing falsetto You're wrong if you think you're all special