Numb Songtext
von The Black Opera

What′s wrong? I can't feel nothing
I feel numb, I can′t feel nothing
What's wrong? I can't feel nothing
I can′t feel nothing no more

What′s wrong? I can't feel nothing
I feel numb, I can′t feel nothing
What's wrong? I can′t feel nothing
I can't feel nothing no more

I can′t feel nothing no more
I can't feel nothing no more
I can't feel nothing no more
I can′t feel nothing no more


Don′t wanna feel nothing, we popping pills drunken
Masters, like Jackie Chan, just trying to chill numb it
Haven't, from Pakistan to European countries
Across the culture, blackest skin, they suffer most, why?
We asked the most high, then became the most high
They say we made in God′s image, that's a dope lie
Smoking that dope la, yeah we smoking dope la
It turn our problems into clouds, it′s just gonna float by

Don't hit me with that blah blah
Always talking revolution, I don′t even know why
All this talking ain't gon' do nothing but get you smoked bruh
You ain′t got no military tanks, come take a tour bruh

What you gon′ do when they just roll up?
You need to roll up, and hit this weed
See on that lean we gangster but we don't want gangster leans
Rather kill ourselves slow than by hands of the police

What′s wrong? I can't feel nothing
I feel numb, I can′t feel nothing
What's wrong? I can′t feel nothing
I can't feel nothing no more

What's wrong? I can′t feel nothing
I feel numb, I can′t feel nothing
What's wrong? I can′t feel nothing
I can't feel nothing no more


I can′t feel nothing no more
I can't feel nothing no more
I can′t feel nothing no more
I can't feel nothing no more

We see it over and over again 'til we stop caring
We marching for freedom again, I feel like my parents
They killing us so frequently right on the TV
I thought it was like Game of Thrones, they show it weekly

Man, they shot him on camera, I thought I was watching a movie

But they won′t go to jail, they get paid to chill on the nude beach
Everybody saw it, how they ain′t got no evidence yet
But my iPhone 6 got my fingerprints
And every day it be tracking my steps

Counting my steps is like counting my blessings
Surrounded by death and life, mountains of stress to height
Pounds on my chest, weighing down on my breath
Despite drowning in pressure, I done found some success
By just staying afloat, should I keep praying or vote?
When the tide waves and it rolls, the Nick Saban approach
I'm just taking some notes, ayy

Leviticus, I be scribing the times
This is their day to atone

What′s wrong? Oh, you feel something?
We ain't even organized, wait ′til we push the real button
What's wrong? Oh, you feel something?
We ain′t even organized, wait 'til we push the real button