Headaches & Woes Lyrics - Singles - Aceyalone

Oh man, I got a splittin' headache 

And my heart is broken up into 

A thousand tiny little microscopic pieces 

I got a head full of headaches, a heart that's full of woes 

I'm constantly singin' them downhome blues 

And not many people knows 

That leaves me with a twisted view 

Of the whole wide world as I know it 

And I guess I got no choice but to be a poet 

Now in my natural habitat I gravitate towards having that 

And I elevate on having that 

And I'll never get caught in your rabbit trap 

From Yellowstone to Venezuela 

Nigeria down through Australia 

There's somethin' I learned that I gotta tell ya 

There's a whole lot of us ain't wrapped too tight 

Now I could been your doctor or your lawyer 

Or come to your house and clean up for ya 

Self destruction won't destroy ya 

If you got somebody that's lookin' out for ya 

Men are murdered women raped 

People gettin' beat on videotape 

And people elsewhere tryin' to escape 

Just to come to America to lick the plate 

Helicopters scope the land 

Hell is here so I hope you 'stand 

Hip hop culture is African 

And rappers like me gon' rule the earth 

I got a head full of headaches, a heart that's full of woes 

I'm constantly singin' them downhome blues 

And not many people knows 

That leaves me with a twisted view 

Of the whole wide world as I know it 

And I guess I got no choice but to be a poet 

Now everyday I manifest and I generate 

And smoke cannabis 

And I penetrate and I innovate 

And I demonstrate from Los Angeles 

From Amsterdam to the Northern border 

Panama, Spain to Atlanta, Georgia 

Somethin' I learned that I haven't told ya 

Brothers like me don't live too long 

Now I know you know it ain't who you know 

But do you know 

You see 'cause you could go just like any Joe 

And that's for sho' true 

So if you're straight and you're narrow 

And the snake's in the barrel 

And the serpent is under the rainbow 

And you're head over heels instead of the reals 

Then you're bound to be tangled 

'Cause brothers are singin' and dancin' and rappin' 

Like they was a vaudeville act 

But knowledge is wealth and you gotta know self 

And you gotta know God's still black 

'Cause every so often I sit and I wonder why I even trip at all 

'Cause half are down when I get down 

The other half wanna see me fall 

Waitin' around all heaven bound 

And you seen that your L-7's round 

And when the sky falls to the ground 

And you found that the only way up is down 

Don't give me no additives, no sedatives 

Or preservatives, or repetitive 

Rhetoric you give, just let it live 

Yet my head is poundin' 

I'm dealin' with this load on my mind 

I got a head full of headaches, a heart that's full of woes man 

I'm constantly singin' them downhome blues 

And not many peoples knows 

Man, that leaves me with a twisted view 

Of the whole wide world as I know it 

And I guess I got no choice but to be a 

I got no choice but to be 

I guess I got no choice but to be a poet 

I guess I got no choice but to be a prophet 

I guess I got no choice but to be a griot 

A gangster, a athlete, a bum 

A nobody, a criminal, a convict 

A black man, a MC, a MC, a MC 

I got a head full of headaches, a heart that's full of woes 

I'm constantly singin' them downhome blues 

And not many people knows 

That leaves me with a twisted view 

Of the whole wide world as I know it 

And I guess I got no choice but to be a poet 

Mmm, hmm, you know that's right 

That's why people got to get their high, so they can get high 

They blast and they passed the pipe to get high 

Just like a Jedi, never said I would, I, even if I could I 

Didn't do it but I just rather get a little shut eye 

So I sleep from dawn to dusk in a bomb shelter 

'Cause ya never know when the man is gonna drop that big one 

Oh, pelting, people burning, melting, alarm the farmers 

Armageddon, karma psychic readings 

Greetings, Earthlings, I'm from Mars 

Got two more planets to go and then I'm on my way to the stars 

Oh no, there I go through the ozone layer hole 

Where the men are the men and they mean it 

Down where the wind don't blow where the indo grow 

In the snow and everybody po'