I'm still kickin'
I'm still feeling like there's something missing
Cause what I did is probably, probably unforgiving
Cause someone saved me and they wasn't living Listen
I fell asleep at the wheel
When I woke up I didn't know how to feel
The passenger was a Jessica Beil and she was trying not to cry
But she was high as her heels
I had to ask, "girl are you okay?"
She looked at me like, "are you insane?
The hood is scrunched like Deniros face
There's pure cocaine all over the car, ain't you afraid?" Nahh
So it seemed, she couldn't move a lot
She turned still as a figurine on a music box
And started oozing the melody of a felony telling me in the tears of a memory
"Maybe you should stop"
Lights flashed and then my life passed, Could of ended up in a bag just like that
Now I finally see the peace in it
Cause you can't raise hell if you don't believe in it
Amen
Looking back I'm still ashamed
Cause all I ever did was complain about the pain
While my best friend battled with chemicals in his brain
He started acting strange and he knew he wasn't the same
We dreamed of the NBA
We trained together, played together, every single day
It was... it was more than just a game it was a thousand games
And I could see it in his face, how is he afraid?
He was never afraid, the doubt came and went
But mental healths an opponent we never played against
It was like he was sealed in an orange bottle to the point
He couldn't eat any pill that was hard to swallow
So we wallowed, he wallowed until he found his bravado
As rocky as Colorado to a job that he was proud of
He looked death in the face and wrote his fears on a napkin at the bar
And then told him to hold his beer
Ain't it clear, we been summoned by a spirit made of tears
If he can cheat death nothings stopping me but the mirror
So now we stand up strong
As I look up at the stars, that's the dandruff of God
Amen
There were 3 doors and 4th wall
Some of us squeeze through to get to the long haul
Others worry that they have chosen the wrong door
And I turn around like look God, it's a metaphor
I guess he did't get the joke
He locked all of the doors but left a stethoscope
So, I was listening for a pulse when the wallflowers started confessing the antidote
It's fear
I remembered the walls closing in
Spiraling off the Vicodin at a hotel inn
The floor creaked like a pirate ship on the ocean
When her cloths fell down and her eyelids were barely opening
Some days I wake and I'm still standing there
Some days I wake under the blaze of a chandelier
But either way I spend my days in another yea
Stuck inside the maze in the sway of the puppeteer
A generation of lost souls, and source codes
Forced those claustrophobics into a cross road, doors closed
I won't die in this Robert Frost poem
Cause I still think there's a lion, witch and a wardrobe
Amen