[Verse 1: King DoK]
See, boy...
There are two thing that rule the entire world
The first's called anger and the other's called joy
You can learn to play 'em or be played like a toy
And what you heard 'till now is false despite the words
Wanna know what is anger? Here's your answer
Imagine being trapped in the inside of a chamber
This big white room has nothing, like a fake laughter
The time passed and you can't still find the entrance
Oh, and by the way you're dying, yeah I know
It sucks, doesn't it? Being in a cold room in December
Let me remember, what's missing? Ah yeah, my fault
I forgot to mention that there's no heat source, not even a lantern
So you got two options, Mr. Hypothermia, okay?
Here's a book, it explains you how to heat up by your way
And this books contains many other things you don't know, did you know it?
So when you're finished warming up you might as well not throw it
[Bridge: Old Cherokee]
Inside of each and every human being
A constant battle rages
It's a battle between to wolves
[Verse 2: King DoK]
You start feeling better, but start feeling bored
Let's see if the books teaches something worth to know
You check all the pages but nothing then something catches your eye
You just discovered a way to give a look outside
But damned shall be the day you made that discovery
Cause it's been a decade since you're observing the apocalypse
Everyone's suffering, please, this is not possible, isn't it?
You can't ignore it, if you'll do it you'll feel the guiltiness
So, since both of us know there's no a real escape, my friend
I won't even warn you about the lodging being cold again
So you'll eventually die, enjoy the landscape in the meanwhile
Died of cold or died of pain? It's for your gravestone, what should I write?
Ugh, let it be bye, this guy wanted so much to give a hand
Despite the fact of he not having no means nor magic wand
I mean, look at the man that didn't want to know how it feels to be mad
All happy in his isolation, careless, what would you be pissed at?
[Bridge: Old Cherokee]
One of the wolves is evil, it's full of hate, lust, greed
His fangs drip with bitterness and strife
And the other wolf is a good wolf
He's full of love, compassion and honesty
These two wolves are constantly at war
[Verse 3: King DoK]
What kind of life is that? It's simple you simple
Everyone's living happily according to his mind
Not knowing any war, any worse, any better
Disregard every dead; every corpse and the weather
He's living with joy, smiling all day
"There's nothing to worry" it's said by his brain
He never learnt the unsafe by the book, he tore the page
He also turned the empty room in a really nice chalet
So, at the end of the story we should all agree that
It doesn't matter the territory, there's always something bad
And that the difference between who's feeling bad and who's feeling good
Is who turns a blind eye and that's something we too choose to do
[Bridge: Old Cherokee & Cherokee's nephew]
-Grandpa, which wolf is going to win?
-Whichever one you feed
[Outro: King DoK]
So, this song was talking about
Something about
Worshipping acknowledging
And the analogy's loud
But bad things are found
Inside our lives
Stop naggin', of course there's worse around
But doesn't mean it is justified
Or just a red light for your sad cry
A said right, adjust the microphone
Trip alone, then Renaissance, then something's wrong
My thoughts might have flown, like the song's flow
Bad period? No, it's bed time
