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Such a long way down in the vortex
Where there's no way out of that black hole
Breaths short and the pounding in your chest
And you couldn't shake free once it caught hold
Spent to many days back in that road
I was throwing rocks at my past
When I cackled
Now I gotta crack at coming back
It's when you dream death
That it feels that everybody is looking at you
Each deep breath that I take
I feel that god is in me
To remind me and hate me
It does not offend me
I'm back from the pits to the beast
Where the dope bags stick to the streets
Where the toe tags massed produced
The massive shoots
Cause way too many kids deceased
And I could've been one
Would've been me
And I should've been dumb
That's where I'm from
Yeah, that's where I'm from
No, not my cousin
Please spare my son
You know I love 'em
Make one false move
It'll choose ya
Gotta a chalk out line and a cruiser
Ready ambulance van and the news truck
Somebody's gonna die today
I wonder who's up
So I took a walk over methadone Moa
Cause I can't turn my back
Turn the facts
Goat fiend lean
Said I kept my own Style
Spitting all my lyrics
To me clacked on the tracks
That was flying too
Ten years ago
Woah
Wish I knew then
What I came to know now
I was once young
I was wild I was foul
Wanted to get out but I didn't know how
So full of rage
In a shroud made of pain
In a cloud full of rain
Always follow me around
Trapped in a cage
That I made
With a pilot on my plane
That would always steer me straight into the ground
Now
My pulse crashed
I'm alive and well
There's been a long high ride through hell
I didn't want to make this record
But I own it
It's a story
I survived to tell
On with the truth
Here's a full click
One last time
For my pulpit
If I can give hope to the hopeless
Then everything else is bullshit
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