Demon in da booth

In the booth with my demons, I been talkin’ out loud, Mic on the stand but my mind’s in a cloud, Every bar feel heavy, every line got a meaning, I smile for the track but inside I’m still screaming. Flick of the red light, now it’s just me and the pain, Echoes in my head like they calling my name, Tryna drown it in rhythm, try to turn it to art, But the beat keep exposing what I hide in my heart. I been writing these confessions in a midnight haze, Old memories cut deep like a razor blade phase, Future on my back but I’m stuck in rewind, Demons in the booth and they know every line. Still I spit till it’s empty, till my voice runs thin, Maybe healing starts when I let it all in, So I press record, let the truth come through, In the booth with my demons… that’s all I knew. So I know my times up it’s kinda in a due