Bloody knees on the pavement, exhausted from heat
put it to my head and my thoughts leak on the beat-
As a child transforming; I will not believe these omens
I don't want to die cold and have these bitter emotions-
floating on an ocean, I'm drippin and drinkin the water
I'm an author of the slaughter that just leads to my coffin-
bloodstained carpets in my apartment from selfish inflictions
every single prediction I've had dealt with conviction-
died and lived as kid and I'm crying from the instability
it took away all the will in me, so I just filled in me-
the pills I need to succeed, or so I really thought
death was almost brought, but I didn't get caught-
wanted my spirts lifted, to be gifted with a split head
let my body drip red, grip dread, just let me live dead-
When I'm sleeping I'm not bleedin, not prone to decieving
or recieving a beating, from a human's hands of treason-
Your foolish games are like monopoly, it goes on forever
bleeding letters, writing with my veins so emotion is better
the motion of weather just resmembles my sporadicness
Shiny then gloomy, meteorologists can't predict patterns with
tools like pills, I get filled with anti-whatever the fuck
always yell INCOMING, I keep forgetting to duck
not trained to run in soft sand like desert storm veterans
puttin' a capsule in my skin is better then medicine
listen in, don't let the words go out the other side
on historic warzones, I see my dead brothers fight
illusions of the mind intertwine with lyrical shine
got blasted from behind by a round of a typical nine
as I lie in my blood, the metaphor is so sickening
the good die young, who survives worships the lizard king
I'll never run to the devil, the bitch isn't on my level
I'd rather dig my own grave with my heart on the shovel