*nervous* just thought I would show it againI never want to leave the light, fade into shadows,
Hang my head, kill myself, and I made the gallows,
I can feel my feet touch the bottom as I wade in shallows,
I can taste the doubt, on each of my salty lips,
I can feel the doubt, on each of my faulty hips,
Let me roll a blunt with yall, don't watch my tears on my cheek,
And let me tell you about my journey to the mountain,
I hope it clears at the peak, and I hope millions hears me speak,
Sometimes I talk to God, and ask, please make my fears bleek,
I pray for screaming fans that scream until my ears are weak,
I pray the sing along, each time they hear my bass,
And sing with me until their dry tongue clears their taste,
I know now, each day that passes, that I near the race,
So I might as well, write each day and steer my pace,
And I sit and sing until I have blood leaking from,
My reeking gums, and die like Pac and Big, a peaking sun,
I guess, all I really need, is a friend tonight,
Sittin alone in the dark, like I defend the night,
What if the dead could talk, what would they say,
What if the lame would walk, where would they stray,
What if the blind could see, what would they stair at first,
What if the mute could speak, would they care to curse,
What if the deaf could hear, what the first sound they'd listen to,
Why isn't their life being fulfilled, and what are they missing too,
What if the dead could talk, just ask yourself,
What if the dead could talk, what if the dead could talk,
Its like I'm in a grave of cocaine, always under dead line,
But you guys mirrored Redrum, now I drink red wine,
I wonder what will lead to your death, being under scrutiny,
That's what led to mine, that's what's made my head in a bind,
Its like, I'm disarmed, no sheild, and I sit in the front line,
Sick of pain and sorrow, here do any of you want mine,
And it'll be the same tomorrow, this blood stain aint borrowed,
You see, what could make you more inclined, to explore my mind,
This callus made me ignore the kind, and slammed the door this time,
I dance alone, with rain pouring down, hail and sleet,
I gave it my all, 100 percent, and then failed to repeat,
I feel like I can't decide how I feel, stail and sweet,
Try walkin in my shoes, trace the trail of my feet,
Try having anger like mine, knuckles pail with heat,
Without even knowing, all of you have looted my lyrics,
So you all have made me say, fuck the fruit of the spirit,
Patience, makes my slothful, and fuck self control,
You've filled my rhyme book, now my shelf is full,
What if the dead could talk, what would they say,
What if the lame would walk, where would they stray,
What if the blind could see, what would they stair at first,
What if the mute could speak, would they care to curse,
What if the deaf could hear, what the first sound they'd listen to,
Why isn't their life being fulfilled, and what are they missing too,
What if the dead could talk, just ask yourself,
What if the dead could talk, what if the dead could talk,
I'm talking from the grave, rattling chains,
I'm walking like a slave, having battling pains,
I'm saddling my reins, ready to ride to night,
I keep my chin up, I have my pride to fight,
I know I'll wake up with, bags beneath my swelled eyes,
Shivering, shaking, tell me do my teeth tell lies,
But I'm not scared, I'm one of the ones with cold hearts,
I'll tear your sorry ass up, then have you sold for parts,
I've woken up inside, spoken up with pride,
I will never ever, freeze or choke enough to hide,
My heart was sealed, but now its opened up wide,
My pupils ajust, my eyes weaken to the strange light,
I know by the end of the day, I'll have been changed tonight,
Yall thought I was dead, but mafuckers I pulled a Jesus,
Its like I was full of diseases, now I do whatever my soul pleases,
My heart was dead, beatless, it was cold and freezes,
But the dead can't talk, if I could, I'd tell my story,
Of how I went to heaven, yet going through hell's my glory,
What if the dead could talk, what would they say,
What if the lame would walk, where would they stray,
What if the blind could see, what would they stair at first,
What if the mute could speak, would they care to curse,
What if the deaf could hear, what the first sound they'd listen to,
Why isn't their life being fulfilled, and what are they missing too,
What if the dead could talk, just ask yourself,
What if the dead could talk, what if the dead could talk,
