Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Take Me, artist - Jean Grae. Album song The Bootleg Of The Bootleg EP, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 06.10.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Babygrande
Song language: English
Take Me |
Oh lord, I’m having issues, more deep than American missiles |
Shooting commuter planes and filing emissions official |
I’ve hit depression hard and started to pick at the scabs |
From the scar, I’m a mess addressing pain in a bar, I confess |
Cause all the rest just mar shit, chest in a cast |
Feeling urges just to test out a casket, bless me I’m blasphemous |
Jesus pass the fifth, I… have to get lit |
Masochist self I’m only half of the health I was born with |
(Baby) Save me, take me up high like 'dro |
But way far past the stars and the sky |
I’m blinding pain like I’m a junkie shooting up with |
Emotional novacaine, I’m floating provoking the angels to jump me |
In layman’s terms, faith’s been blurred, even early |
I scratched crayon in between the holy word I pray on, but still |
(Baby) Three gone, and maybe I’m in barren land |
God help me, I’m having trouble with your master plan so |
(Take Me) the shadows of valleys of death, God |
(Take me) when I’m shooting, taking last breaths hard |
(Baby) I want to walk through the valleys praying lord |
Will you help me, save me God, won’t you tell me, tell me |
(Take me) Cause I’m losing my faith, bless me |
(Take me) Cause this world just wanna test me |
You see this dirty knife on the floor, this chrome nine in my hand |
These foul thoughts in my conscious, constantly understand |
See we taught to believe if you can touch it and see it, it must |
Be real so go believe it. |
But I’ve never seen Jesus |
I’ve never seen God, so he’s only a thesis |
And I’m questioning all these things in my time to depart |
I know it’s written suicide is giving hell and devils privilege |
Only wicked heathens commit it, sin of ages, well fuck it, bring it! |
Lately I’ve been waking early mornings screaming |
«Save me,» dreams of seven horsemen chasing Jean, hastening speed |
So I’m raising the barrel envisioning marrow |
Splashed on the wall and polka dotting all my apparel |
And maybe, Ginsu blades through skin will slay |
And split thin veins instead of loading clips that spray |
And if I’m meant to stay, then I’ll just pass through the gates |
And fall a long way back to Earth, so why don’t you just |
You can see the pain twist my face from a distance |
The body’s windows glistening red hot from all of the indo |
Thinking of my next of kinfolk, my mama |
Opening doors, crimson billows spread out on the pillows and floor |
I gotta block it out. |
I’m set on knocking out |
Lock and aim and I’m dropping my frame quick when I pop in the brain |
And if God’s omnipotent, will he slip in and change |
And move the pistol so it shoots out of range and the lead whistles? |
(Baby) Maybe he’s just playing; |
it’ll ricochet |
And cripple me strictly for questioning, give me life to the pain |
Sickle-shaped body bent in the middle |
So little kids who pass me harass me and giggle |
My figure’s itching to touch on the answers |
Hard-headed like exotic dancers' nipples |
Picturing the bullets ripping the skin on the mantle I’m holding |
Pull back and blow the wick right off the candle |
Throw a kiss until the world’s out of focus |
So now (take me) |