Death & All Things In Between

Yeah, do do do do I'm starting to think this pain is only inflicted on the gifted not different I'm not struggling with my perception of life and how we're supposed live it This is the land of the livid Where we make digits, fuck bitches, and take perscriptions I mean well and I don't partake in bad intentions I only react accordingly to my indecisions How would you describe death using your own intuiton? I would describe it as ruthless, and fucking stupid The world we live in so frigid and humid And we continue to flow naturally like non-viscuos fluid Y'all always talk about doing something and still never do it I know i'm not the best man, I just love making music Yeah But when y'all gonna wake up from your rest? It's like everyone's possesed By the fantasy that everything is fine if we fold our hands You gotta stay in command to meet the demands We gotta do what we can Can we at least make a plan? To literally do anything besides sit around Maybe if y'all did that, you wouldn't seem like some clowns Because everyone is dying it's like y'all don't even peep That we actually lost X, Juice, Kobe and Peep What will you do? Everyone's dead It's in my head Wake, wake up Please wake up We need to wake up You know I always wondered how god has a human form And if he does, then is that the norm for all powerful beings that coexist in our world? I kinda wish death does because I won't feel pity When I rip off his titties and stab him in the throat and laugh while I watch him choke I'll make him suffer the tragedy he's brought upon billions of civilians Who only wanted to live life So i'll say both of their names in vain And i'll make my main authority worrying about everyone; the majority What will you do? Everyone's dead It's in my head Wake, wake up Please wake up We need to wake up