Voices in the Beat

Yeah, I move through the day with a soundtrack nobody else can hear,

Little whispers in the background, rising up inside my ear.

They be talking like they know me, tryna pull me off my line,

But I learned to keep my focus, keep my rhythm, keep my spine.

Some days it’s like an echo, other days it’s like a crowd,

Noise inside my head that never learned to tone it down.

I’m sorting out the real from the static in my brain,

Walking through the chaos while I’m tryna stay sane.

I hear voices in the beat, but I don’t let ’em take control,

They can talk, they can echo, but they never own my soul.

I’m living with the noise, but I’m steady on my feet —

Turning every whisper to a rhythm I defeat.

Sometimes it’s like a murmur, sometimes it’s like a shout,

Trying to tell me stories that I never wrote about.

I breathe deep, keep calm, let the moment settle slow,

Remind myself I’m grounded even when the currents flow.

I’m learning how to navigate the sound that isn’t there,

Finding strength in every step, even when the room feels bare.

I’m not defined by the voices or the storms inside my mind —

I’m defined by how I rise and the peace I try to find.

I hear voices in the beat, but I don’t let ’em take control,

They can talk, they can echo, but they never own my soul.

I’m living with the noise, but I’m steady on my feet —

Turning every whisper to a rhythm I defeat.

I move forward through the static, through the quiet, through the sound,

Every day I find a way to keep my balance, hold my ground.

Maybe one day all the echoes fade and finally retreat —

Till then I keep on walking with the voices in the beat.