See I know how it feels to wake up f**ed up
Pockets broke as hell, drinking smoking L's
Got these O's to sell, got these stories to tell
I can't control myself I don't need no one else
And I don't feel to well I think it's a phase
God, I feel old as hell I be forgetting my age
I live for the day I look for tomorrow
I'm feeling the pain I mix it with sorrow
Picture the horror my horoscope is pure bullsh**
It just be tearing my ego, feels like it keeps saying Cancer and I swear I'm a Leo
I shoot like a Sagittarius float like an Aquarius
Dying is like the scariest feeling I stare at the ceiling
And think about the life after this life that I'm living
All the sins I committed praying that there forgiven
All the sh** I did I wish that I didn't
The verses I spitted the b**h's I hit the doe I was getting
I'm sorry man
I close my eyes and pray to touch the sky wherever I'm at
I never take the day for granted because I no better than that
I understand that life is something that you can never get back
If sleep is the cousin of d**h I guess his nephews a nap
You no I stopped taking O's close to 8 years ago
I be awake 24 hours straight and when I dose
I be shaking and racing it feels like I'm sinking
Mutha fu*k sleep I don't even like blinking
I can't stop drinking it washes my fears
And I no what ya'll thinking, this n***as scared! Nah!
I cherished every second and I step with heavy weapons
And I heard of hell and heaven but I don't know where I'm going
Please forgive me while I'm talking I don't know if I'm flowing
I'm really venting on a track see this is deep what I'm throwing
I no it sounds like I'm babbling but look how I'm raping
I want to no what's after platinum, god please tell me what happens
I'm scared
Just understand
I wake up with this sick feeling deep inside of my mind
It makes me feel I'd go insane if I didn't write it in rhymes
It's like final destination where everything is a sign
I walk the streets like everything's fine, but I'm not
I stay with two Glocks ever since them n***as shot 2Pac
The first time that's why I always try to kick my worst rhymes
Because the best die young see them d**h signs come
My writings are so ill it makes my whole left sides num
Damn look where I'm from Brooklyn blocks are like imprisonment
Now I no why Biggie used to tote Glocks to christenings
And envision your grave plot and people not visiting
Stimuli was just here and anit nobody missing him
Moms crying over the casket screaming ba*tard
My friends saying it anit that bad sounding sarcastic
d**h is kind of pleasant, there's questions nobody's asking
When, where, how I don't want to die