When I uncovered my eyes my life started crying.
I recognized all my loved ones that’s dying.
That’s when my brain started frying,
now my life is something to watch.
The one’s hiding behind the bushes got knocked out the box.
Yeah,
they rested some soul’s
now their soul’s getting hot,
not enough sense to stop
not even after 2-Pac.
I’m solid as a rock,
with this death obsession,
because it’s possessive underneath the ground where soul’s are rested.
With no light nor circulation,
but be patient even when you’re suffocating.
It’s hard being a saint and a sinner,
I recognized this game when I stepped on pretender’s.
Either route I’m a winner.
Sin to win,
but even then
pumped with embalming fluid with the wrong expression on my face.
People at the alter crying over my waste.
But never recognizing the favor of my taste,
just another face on a t-shirt to paste.
It’s the end of the race,
but if you keep it safe you’ll keep the higher power walking in your pace.