So far away we go! Trapped, with no place to go.
Stuck, yet I'm raising hope there's an antidote
that will disdain my ropes. I'm taking notes
on how to survive lately, so I chased a goal.
Put my stakes to roll with patience, loath a shady hoax
type of mistake that was paved by an ageless role.
And as I'm seperating souls, Satan walks in,
asked me to change clothes, said we're playing ball and,
"Heaven's involved, begging for the refs to call it. "
Told him I was down, win more with less than all chips.
I knew this was something I had to partake in.
Purgatory hails the ref standing adjacent
to the two big men. They're ready for the tipoff.
Barkley reppin Hell, Shaq is with heaven...It's on!
They got Jesus too, heard he got some freakish moves.
In the Afterlife Pro League, he's leading in hoops.
But Jesus had to leave the game before it started,
that's about when my dreams seemed dearly departed.
I woke up in a daze, forgot to awake for the card game.
My bed and I part ways, my truck and I engaged to start pace.
When I arrived I was amazed, shit I was shell shocked.
I walked in the door to see six men gripping twelve glocks.
Instantly told me to drop or I'd get a bullet in my eyes.
I'm a shoe-in for death, Hell is soon where my tomb will reside.
Now let's try and see what actually happened that night,
turns out that the devil's blood is miraculously white.
Zoom in on the eyes of destruction as I describe this
event I was not on time with. Nor did I cosign it.
I designed it with intent to reach the sky with.
Now climb in and take a ride with me as I rewind bliss : ...
... It all felt timeless. We robbed the card game pretty easily.
Seemingly I was in the clear at peace, until three men seen
that it was a good idea to kill the other four of us and split the green.
Even in my dreams I end up in Hell, the lord doesn't speak to me...
...No text, no phone call, no skype, a prayer is self awareness
of any situation, good or bad. Alls you need is good health and a therapist?
Wrong. Your whole solution is criminally insane, deranged.
That explains the world today in vein, pain is not tamed to behave.
For instance,
When I'm up, I'm suddenly down, cant make much of the sounds
of poverty through the window pane when change smothers the crowd.
With the pain under the clouds, rain buckles you down.
Especially when your soul's name has chucked in the towel.
Square one at all times by default, small crimes align your thoughts.
Anything for a dollar, a scholar's mind you bought.
Until you sought to rewrite the book of Life, that you never had an ending for.
Get lost in due time, your lone island has sank.
It is nevermore.
Passerby's go slashing by ontop of a half glass full,
patiently distraught by the void of a mishap or two.
But who's really counting sheep in the crawlspaces?
Wiggle your way out of the limelight's wrong faces.
Sleep with hatred, awake with a creation to remind mankind
that there's an entire world of people like you and me..
..and we're there now, barely surviving with the decline of minds.
days are dreams wound tight and speak fluently.
Just remember, there's a whole world full of people just like you and me.
Now it's time for me to go back to sleep.