WALK Everybody wanna be the boss… Nobody wanna hear the thoughts… Everybody tryna run they mind… … I just let it talk. Everybody wanna be the boss… Nobody wanna hear the thoughts… Everybody tryna run they mind… I just let it talk… Everybody wanna be the boss… Nobody wanna hear the thoughts… Everybody tryna run they mind… I just let it talk… My thoughts become like writer’s block. Distractions that distance and distract my actions from me being active. I become stuck… Like two-thousand invisible pounds, disguised as giving a fuck. Trying to move without traction. Waiting on luck to pull me forward. Then my head pops the trunk… Grabs the drum… Thought for a thought. An eye for an “I.” Murdering my mind… Allowing knowing… To die… Just to… Let thinking… Be alive. Maybe every thought ain’t meant to be believed. Maybe every voice ain’t meant to be obeyed. Maybe peace was never silence… Maybe peace was hearing everything… Without following all of it. Everybody wanna be the boss… Nobody wanna hear the thoughts… Everybody tryna run they mind… I just let it talk… Everybody wanna be the boss… Nobody wanna hear the thoughts… Everybody tryna run they mind… I just let it talk… Nobody asked me… If I wanted… To be bought… As for my soul… I’ve navigated… Lost… … Then found… … The thing… Looking… Was the thing… Looking. Conspiring against thinking with other thoughts. In-security. Guards up. No trust. SCREAMING AT WHAT LIES TO FUCKING STOP! … Then something shifted. Not because the thoughts stopped… Because I stopped believing I had to stop them. What travels can move when I finally see what’s inside? Observing the toll roads. Avoiding all costs. Not letting… Just getting. Ideas… To get… Let out of allow… Choosing… Life. What if the goal was never to control my mind? … What if the miracle was simply walking beside it? Everybody wanna be the boss… Nobody wanna hear the thoughts… Everybody tryna run they mind… I just let it talk… Everybody wanna be the boss… Nobody wanna hear the thoughts… Everybody tryna run they mind… I just let it talk… … And walk. The thoughts… Never stopped. … I just stopped believing they were supposed to. Original lyrics by THOUGHTAHOLIC (@d13ov04). Sound and production by THOUGHTAHOLIC & TENGÜRA. © 2026 THOUGHTAHOLIC & TENGÜRA | An Indiana-Istanbul collaboration.
