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[VERSE 1]
{Radical aka Altar}
Wake up on a red bed spread,
Surrounded by scattered pills and empty bottles of sudafed,
Take an extra dose to take 3 routes, comatose, euphoria or maybe dead,
I'm alive, living in a lit loop of liars,
Lifes heading downhill, no way to slow down like loose car tires,
Growing in a gloomy habitat of bad habits and fantastic heroes that pack fire,
When will I make enough for me to retire?
Never, never, a hopeless dream,
I pray that I may be a full blown star by 19,
I also maybe a victim of violence by 18,
But my main goals to not go 6 feet before 16,
Soon to be the greatest target to media outlets,
Soon to upset hypothetical fans with a closed casket,
Every drop defends the idea of me disappearing,
When I drop I don't mean tracks, I mean vicodin, the feel is mesmorizing,
Xanax to help my soul relax fast as its soon to crash,
On the edge of my atlas, I'll take a quick nap in my hatchback,
Dip, I dip, you dip a second sip to soon forget my pain and stay intact.
Wake up to a dream where I am standing on a string,
Under me is a burning pit, I look up but my foot slips,
Down goes satans favorite puppet...
[Verse 2]
{Allayn aka Keke}
Starring at a white wall while creatures appear
Sounding like a c0k3 addict without [S] appeal
Me, Myself, & I, How am I suppose to feel
But if i'm the only one left I have myself to kill
SO CHECK IT!
Hand me the gun and let these clips unload
Hands on the wheel driving on a dirt road, while I'm blowed
Just the dreams, of a crazed 15
With memories, of screams
Feeling the need, to release these tings
That I can no longer feed
The more I give in, the longer they are pleased
So I fall to my knees, Seeing ropes tied on trees
Put it around my neck and just try to breathe
Tryna stay calm but this time it won't save me
Nothing can, Not even my [MF]ing self
Twisted demonic dreams for my [F]ing mental health
But nevermind, forget about me
Just to be disappointed by reality, as you can see
Reality is.... I'm alive
Downers talking to downers in our down time
Talking about an uprise, And dreams that create more eyes
On top of the monsters head before he doubles up in size
Climbing to the tree top
While my struggles never stop
For the second time putting the rope around my neck then I dropped
As my spirit floats away
Thinking of haunting kids for days
Maybe for once I will no longer be afraid
But those are just dreams that form
Never going back like when Kurt closed the door
Tryna stay calm, just tryna breathe in
Grabbed the gun then BANG.. guess thats how it is
Dreams turned into reality for this legend
The movie is over, time to roll the credits
~RAD~
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