| Visions of my childred wiping tear from open eyes
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| As they Kneel baside my coffin family say their last goodbyes
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| But ita the faces of my babies got me trippin thankin god for breath
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| Expressions filled with pain has got me strappin on the vest
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| And I know that I aint living right I hang on borrowed time
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| And this life’s gome leave them bastards cause they pops has got to grind
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| Little mouths have got to eat so I hug them hit the streets
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| Spittin time with them and money got me feelin incomplete
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| And I aint scared of any mothafucka fight the flames of hell
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| But a child without his dad has got me hiding in my shell
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| Got me shikin in my boots to see them face this world alone
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| Are the strong enough to cope stuck in half a fuckin home
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| As I lay them down to sleep its all on me their soul to keep
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| And if I die before I wake I pray to God he’s up there waitin
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| With an army full of angels strapped with gats cause
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| I’m defying
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| Since I first became o father only fear I have is dying
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| This situation has got me losting sleep
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| I can not eat
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| Im feeling weak the fear has got me On my knees
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| The fear has got me This situation has got me losting sleep
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| I can not eat
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| Im feeling weak the fear has got me On my knees
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| The fear has got me After all that I have ever done
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| And all that you will ever see for life
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| Death beyond the grave
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| How will they remember me I only fear the lost of my voice
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| When its gone
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| The only noise is the pen
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| Im a writer by choice
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| I can cut my tounge clean off
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| And smoke myself toothless
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| I still be on the mic
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| Spittin shit they call ruthless
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| The truth is I go deaf dumb and blind in one ear
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| And be the dopes deaf dumb blind guy you ever hear
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| I aint scared of dyin
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| Death I’ve been there
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| The pine box for many years
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| My return aint bull aint no reincarnation
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| Get lost in translation
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| This situation has got me losting sleep
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| I can not eat
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| Im feeling weak the fear has got me On my knees
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| The fear has got me This situation has got me losting sleep
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| I can not eat
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| Im feeling weak the fear has got me On my knees
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| The fear has got me Eyes open but I dont remember much
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| I try to focus but the light is bright as fuck
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| I go to sit up but Im strapped and stuck
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| Stuck panic cant say nothin
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| Like my jaw is wired shut
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| How the fuck did get to where I am is still a mystery
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| My memories not assistin me As I lay here in misery
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| Literally hopin some body would give me some kind of time
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| Im I dead of alive
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| Is this a dream or a sign
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| Is there a chance I can find my mind and rewind
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| But paint me behind blinds and find somethin
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| Its like a game but nobody told me we were playin
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| And the fact that I dont know if Im alive and sane
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| And inside my brain only one thing remains
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| The fear of no knowing paralyzes all most everthin
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| An second can be my last breath
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| And my best guess is nothin with on memories left
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| Im sorry
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| This situation has got me losting sleep
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| I can not eat
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| Im feeling weak the fear has got me On my knees
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| The fear has got me This situation has got me losting sleep
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| I can not eat
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| Im feeling weak the fear has got me On my knees
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| The fear has got me |