Death Is Inevitible

Lyrics

[Production] [Hook] Let you go to sleep Feeling bad as me [Verse 1] I feel blood flowing down my back, pain flowing into my raps Painful memories opening up through the cracks I shed hours of my life through writing these words In the eventual hopes of deriding the curse They say life is like a canoe, flowing down the river Hold onto the paddles to keep your balance, all while being bitter I'm afraid of having a seed born with my traits I'm afraid of betraying the creed, the thorns in my fate The crown of thorns, laid upon the head of Jesus Christ Only through studying these words you can see my life If life is like a beach chair, standing on the grains of time Then underneath is another second that I will have to decay and die While the chairs sinking slowly and I stare into the distance I'm trying to oil the gears and crank out all the pistons But if life is a slideshow of our greatest achievements Mine is worth one page and I guess I've made peace with it [Hook] [Verse 2] Face to face talkin' it's just you and I Post mortem, autopsy it's a suicide You tell me "Keep asking these questions I'll keep repeating answers til you get the message" So am I talking to myself or am I talking to my ghost Did it happen by force or is it something I chose I woke up still breathing, caught me by surprise Chest pains didn't take me and I didn't die Collapsed in the shower, stricken with a panic attack Stiff and frozen still like a Mannequin cracked Having visions of my internal systems shutting down Anxiety overwritten, calling me a fucking clown Spent so many years being judged by my peers Lonely as fuck with no girl and they calling me queer Visions of me in my woman's headlights while they callin' me dear No wonder I smoke away my pain, get fucked up and drink beer [Hook] [Verse 3] Winds blowing heavily, is death singing it's melody? Am I imagining things that take place in my head Or am I as truly crazy, is my fate in a cell with a felony? Or am I imagining things that take place after I'm dead Is it mental illness or is it resignation? Either or, take your pick; as long as I reach my destination I've had this shit for 21 plus years And I don't know how long I have here Death is inevitable but I'm no longer afraid to die I'm afraid of the legacy I leave behind when I lie Lookin' at the ceiling, thinking in my mind "who the fuck cares" The thoughts in my head weigh on my shoulders, that I must bear But not as heavy as the pains that weigh upon my chest As I stare out into space and I draw out my final breaths My ghost sits up from my body and tries to float away But the breathing tubes and the machines tell me I'm here to stay Wake up inside a chasm that's surrounded by a dream I reminisce on my life cause it ain't what it used to be [Hook]