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