Among the Sleep Cage
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[Verse 1]
I’m seconds from meeting what the Mossberg had to offer
And feed my thoughts of Christ to the altar
I wake up on a red floor, axe in a dead whore
My dick chewed up, why I let this bitch give me head for?
Pigs trying to kick down the door, I’m out for me
Opened the sliding glass door and hopped off the balcony
Fell thirty flights to cars on 10th Ave
Landed on a FedEx-disguised meth lab
And after it blew up, I woke up then threw up
Stuck my hand in my pants, my shit ain’t chewed up
Wiped the puke from my face then leave this place
With a 4-5 in the waist at an elitist pace
No breathing space, I step out and show face
Within three minutes I’m approached for H
Then it’s shotgun to neck, now lose the weapon
Then my skull fragments painted the sky for seconds
[Hook]
Back to my brain like my brain is a home
While I roll with the fame, I still aim at the throne
Are my peers all asleep and I’m the only one not weak
Or am I unconscious, dreaming I’m making a speech?
Is this reality or my memory getting mileage?
Am I staring at the Sun or blood vessels in my eyelids?
Do I make music or is music making me?
Is this really all death or just my awakening?
I’m seconds from meeting what the Mossberg had to offer
And feed my thoughts of Christ to the altar
I wake up on a red floor, axe in a dead whore
My dick chewed up, why I let this bitch give me head for?
Pigs trying to kick down the door, I’m out for me
Opened the sliding glass door and hopped off the balcony
Fell thirty flights to cars on 10th Ave
Landed on a FedEx-disguised meth lab
And after it blew up, I woke up then threw up
Stuck my hand in my pants, my shit ain’t chewed up
Wiped the puke from my face then leave this place
With a 4-5 in the waist at an elitist pace
No breathing space, I step out and show face
Within three minutes I’m approached for H
Then it’s shotgun to neck, now lose the weapon
Then my skull fragments painted the sky for seconds
[Hook]
Back to my brain like my brain is a home
While I roll with the fame, I still aim at the throne
Are my peers all asleep and I’m the only one not weak
Or am I unconscious, dreaming I’m making a speech?
Is this reality or my memory getting mileage?
Am I staring at the Sun or blood vessels in my eyelids?
Do I make music or is music making me?
Is this really all death or just my awakening?
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