Before I Became the Reaper, I Was Tempted by Death

Losin myself, like where the fuck am I goin

Lookin in the mirror, I ain't even sure if I know him

I ain't even sure if I

Escape the maze then I'm caged

It's back to the same old shit again

One moment I'm on top of the world

The darkness hits then I feel like I can never be rid of it

Sometimes the beat feel like my only friend

So when my progress meets a dead end, I tend to descend

Into a dark, unforgivin, and most shadowy bend

So that smile you're seein is probably pretend

The life of a starved artist

Who depends on his pen to defend himself from the darkness that lies within

And fend off the ghosts that often postpone my hope

I'm broken, tryna pick up the pieces, like where the fuck they go

Slowly overtaken by my woes

Flirtin with death but when I flow, I feel the need to take it slow

Ironic 'cause that's when I start to give a fuck and get my ducks in a row again

See every now and then, I transcend the abyss

Learn to live in bliss but then that class is dismissed

Pursuin happiness then it's

Back to the end

Of the waitin list, I'm hatin this life

The brightest days keep feelin like night

Pullin myself closer to the Reaper's scythe

But when I grip the mic, that sliver of light proceeds to shine

So when I feel like nothing's left, I look to the pen to make it right

Look that Grim motherfucker in the eye

Tell him take a hike, it ain't my time

I'm clearly conflicted and it's evident in these lines

That maybe I'm relyin too much on these rhymes

But shit, this is more than just a pastime

This that shit that gimme purpose

Without it, time is just sand in a glass that pass by

But with this music, my demons could never ever ever ever ever ever ever outlast I

I'm lost in my thoughts

I'm too often feelin fraught

Tryna think happy thoughts

Just reminds me what I'm not

I feel like John Constantine

All these demons I have fought