Among the Sleep

[Verse 1] I’m seconds from meeting what the Mossberg had to offer And feed my thoughts of Christ to the altar I wake up on a red floor, axe in a dead whore My dick chewed up, why I let this bitch give me head for? Pigs tryna kick down the door, I’m out for me Opened the sliding glass door and hopped off the balcony Fell thirty flights to cars on 10th Ave Landed on a FedEx-disguised meth lab And after it blew up, I woke up then threw up Stuck my hand in my pants, my shit ain’t chewed up Wiped the puke from my face then leave this place With a .45 in the waist at an elitist pace No breathing space, I step out and show face Within three minutes I’m approached for H Then it’s shotgun to neck, now lose the weapon Then my skull fragments painted the sky for seconds [Chorus] Back to my brain like my brain is a home While I roll with the fame, I still aim at the throne Are my peers all asleep and I’m the only one not weak Or am I unconscious, dreaming I’m making a speech? Is this reality or my memory getting mileage? Am I staring at the Sun or blood vessels in my eyelids? Do I make music or is music making me? Is this really all death or just my awakening? [Verse 2] I pick my head up with a face full of drool Look around the classroom, now I’m some geek in high school Get fucked within the hallway and can’t do shit But write names on bullets and fill a few clips No need for rags and vodka, got a locker With enough firepower to war with helicopters First clique to pass, I’m clicking to release Each adolescent fist holding four police-killers And I ain’t paying for the clips I’m spending When I shoot up the crowd like a heroin convention Feds storm the building for the sick boy with balls Made of steel, put shit through toilet stalls See my teachers dead through holes in the door Unalerted to cops outside holding the floor I exit the bathroom, enter a lead parade Getting shot the fuck up but smoke some pigs on the way [Chorus] Back to my brain like my brain is a home While I roll with the fame, I still aim at the throne Are my peers all asleep and I’m the only one not weak Or am I unconscious, dreaming I’m making a speech? Is this reality or my memory getting mileage? Am I staring at the Sun or blood vessels in my eyelids? Do I make music or is music making me? Is this really all death or just my awakening? [Verse 3] I open up my eyes to get cracked in the face Six times while I’m asked for combos to a safe My wife on the couch dying, raped, in shock While the gunmen argue on where to take the yacht Assuming I’m rich, playboy bitch, my own boat And if I don’t start speaking, I’ma lose my throat They start chumming the water with my dead ho and laugh Force me to see great whites snapped on the lower half Lopped off my arm, threw it in, no guns to shoot Think of three past deaths and find an escape route All I have to do is wake up, lift the mast Then get shot off the boat and my back to get ripped in half I wake up screaming with a shotgun in church, feening To kill myself, but I don’t know if I’m still dreaming Fifty-fifty chance I’ma die and go straight up Or straight to Hell, either fucking way, I’ma wake up! [Outro] Oh fuck, shit, what the fuck? Shit *cough* Jesus Christ *cough* Ah, this my shit right here