Existential Gangsta Shit

Hallucinations of better places,

Or maybe these just pipe dreams,

I have smoked a bowl of them packed white things,

I have loaded my soul and dont expect to get the white wings,

Its frightening, but I know I'm gonna die screamin,

Try to rip my mortal coil man, youre dreamin,

Or better, to assist your endeavor,

Allow me to explain how you get a soul to sever,

It isnt a lever, whips or chains,

Its the death of red lips that quiver in rain,

Is my liver in range, Im bout to drown all my sorrows,

Disinclined to believe in the idea of tomorrow,

The only difference is I'm twelve hours older,

And in that time I've lived through Hell about twelve times over,

Sticky rice, cuz in my mind,

I'm still in Nagaoka with my sister before the earthquakes,

I think this is the part where the remainder of my mirth breaks,

Alcohol is worth shakes and

Jesus doesnt work slave,

I disagree but see your meaning,

I dont fiend for Nazarene and I aint looking for my gun,

The only thing i use my bible for now is blocking out the sun,

On some yeah, but what you done lately,

Where was you when my fellow man was looking gravely,

Down his nose at me at the sentencing?

And I'm like, one day there'll be a reckoning,

And all this legal threatening,

This government pensioning,

Will lead you to an early death or divorce,

Or whatever I feel like doing with my force,

Yung Gheedorah, my nickname from Japan,

A giant motherfucker with a sinister plan to conquer lands and micstands,

Then grin at your mans, what a minature glans,

Meanwhile your girl licks at my hands,

Palms is sweaty, and i exude enlightenment,

I absorb all this misery so you dont have to fight with it,

Scars on my wrist prove that ignorance is bliss,

When i finally woke up i tried to fuckin close my eyes,

I dont even know anymore what I despise,

And I'm sick to death of being right but having to apologize.