Before I Close My Eyes Lyrics

I'm becoming a hostage of all of these thoughts that I just cannot process

Like it's written in non sense

While succumbing to concepts psychology taught us was coming from traumas

All the healings forgotten

I think something is calling it's probably god but then what if it's not man

Might be running from progress

But honestly I'm scared of confronting a coffin

Was feeling disgraced there were plays I had made and I thought I had botched them

But I still got it like I've just forgotten the login I gotta stay locked in

Speaking of locks some of us were entwined but you since then have parted

Im agnostic when I'm departed will my soul stay in this world, will I cross it

Wearing my ball and my chain

I know that my time has now come

In the House of the Rising Sun

I don't wanna die on that table without leaving some sort of music to play for the fans

Or leaving my riches to all of my kindred so they can all cope with some vacation plans

I can't move my body I'm screaming n crying I'm stuck in the fetal I hate that I am

But I still got my hands so I'm penning this joint until my metacarpals all break and I can't

I'm fighting for air but I'm not gonna punch

I'm hot now I got acid reflux

Plus I'm hungry like I do not got any lunch

I guess that explains how come I'm coming up

I'm the apex, I'm on top and I'm blunt

Put you on the chamber with one shot of the pump

I'm in the airways like blocking your lungs

So them feature slots, start coughing em up

It's hard to quit rhyming when I think I'm dying

As soon as I put up the mic

Cuz what would y'all think if you found out for a second I didn't put up a fight

Doc was saying I might bleed out

Why me? Wow, I'm senile

Beautiful lights and funeral rites as I'm called by the dude in the sky

I ain't getting older anymore bruh

Guess I owe ya each iota

Spit like Yoda just to show ya

Dennis Shröders kids the goat, yuh

Fixin all the shit ya bros been

Trippin over since my stroller

Friggin wrote a little poem to

Bring us closer and give ya closure

As I exhale you thought that all I've ever spoken was bars

I was breathing cosmic wind the way my flows are hold up a charge

All while I was broken and scarred but then most of us are

Yet I'm not a rover by far but a Roman that's armed

Roaming from Mars, thus I must go home to the stars

Nah that doesn't feel right

Drums are hitting so there's still time

A happy message I can still write

Not everybody can be Tiger Woods but maybe I could be Bill Wright

I will fight til I catch the surreal high of a fulfilled life

So for anyone thinking their life has been wasted or anyone who has been feeling complacent

It's never to late to pull a 180 so picture the life that you want and then take it

You could ruin ya life in the blink of an eye

But you can also as easily make it

So I'll stay alive if it helps you to fight

Cuz now I realize that our time is so sacred