If this how you made it,
or if this sickness out of control,
it's the beginning of the end right now,
let me know that the same soul
traveled the road of the souls lost.
I come to dead,
can't talk,
through horrified eyes,
I picture the other side,
and though my heart shed tears,
outside I couldn't cry,
watch my homeboy die,
day by day,
body tight,
remember,
our final encounter,
for we expired,
they tell me there's a peaceful place,
wanna see it,
they say I got a fever to see it,
so be it,
even though I appreciate being alive,
sometimes I wanna see how it feels to just die,
come back and tell my story to the ones
who really know me,
converse with the angels and elders that went before me,
and satisfy
the hunger for those who wanna know,
if there's life after death in them souls,
where we go,
I often find myself involved in deep thought,
I wanna see if heaven's a place like we thought,
and Christian science seem to think it's just a mind state,
but before I put my trust in
the man, I'll just wait,
better yet,
I'll take the journey for myself,
but the bullet
in my own head is my death,
so whichever clock you're on,
the evening of 11th,
9th,
suicide,
just adore the bright light,
greeted by friends and family,
so light like blackening and out
between screens and dead peace,
looking in the eyes of the grieved and deceased,
father
please send me back,
I don't wanna die,
I'm not as strong as I was,
and I can't lie,
during
all the mayhems,
how I remain calm,
and I woke up singing this song,
I've been a pawn
and I've been a king,
and I've been down since the beginning,
I try to look beyond the sight
of sound,
and the lights come from the underground,
rarely got questions, but I find myself some
of the sounds,
and through my quest for the answers,
know what I found,
I found that regardless
to what people say,
that you just got through it day for day,
so make it peace,
open your
books to the first chapter,
verse 4,
page 8,
and link it to my thoughts,
as Micah 10
started to initiate,
and enter the minds of the ones who were blind,
and shed light to
all of mankind,
written in rhyme,
I preach to each,
so get off your ass and stand on
your feet,
cause everyday,
your niggas lie dead in the street,
we stuck in our ways,
different now than back in the days,
* what they say,
there ain't no coming back,
the grapes,
when the gun goes pop,
and the lights go out,
then you'll understand what
I'm talking about,
I had a dream and seen a double sun,
a different world was in the
making,
the ruler of this new world was Satan,
and the sky turned blood red,
the salad truck
had started clicking,
then I woke up,
my imagination,
running wild,
right up to the end,
the coming
of Christ,
could be the moment,
any minute,
now or tonight,
so make it peace,
cause 3-4-6
is the mark of the beast,
it's dark in these streets,
and some might think it hard to believe,
but God is in me,
and yea though I walk,
through the valley of the wickedness,
I know I'm protected,
cause I'm convicted,
anybody believe in the big bang theory,
and thinking that thy self is the God,
you need to hear me,
how do you explain the sky's the moon,
the stars and the rain,
the sun and the sea,
the earth without form,
facing the deep darkness,
you're challenging the powers that be,
it's impossible for scientists to make up the seeds,
to make up the trees,
why we turn our backs on the truth,
it's heaven or hell,
what we seem to hide from the youth,
I'm telling the few,
the tongues of the evil one,
despised by intentions to revitalize,
still I revive,
and I've read the books,
and I've heard the lessons,
and I'm on my knees,
steady stressing,
you make it peace,
I've been a pawn and I've been a king,
and I've been down since the beginning,
I try to look beyond the sight of sound,
them lights come from the underground,
rarely got questions,
but I find myself some of the style,
and through my quest for the answers to what I found,
I found that regardless to what people say,
it's you that's got to do it day for day,
make it peace,