I got Biggies and Pacs skeletons in my room tellin me what to write
I`m in a dark tunnel, waiting either for death or light
I feel lonely, most of the time I spend smokin cigarettes at night
Fucked up moments are puzzles, sort them and you`ll get my life
Everyday I`m getting older and older, like I`m becoming bone
I kinda feel like a soldier, but the one that aint coming home
I can already picture myself running toward the Lord
Picture fades,now I`m running toward the horde with swords
Picture flames, everywhere, I`m in hell, I felt cold steel inside of my chest
Pain, but I could only hear Satan screamin:"kneel in front of the best"
It was just a dream, now I`m back in my room just droppin some rhymes
Life`s fucked, so now I`m wondering sometimes
Is it worth it??
A keystyle