Sometimes I look in the mirror And ask myself: Am I really scared of passing away? If it's today, I hope I hear a Cry out from Heaven so loud it can water down a demon With the Holy Ghost 'til it drown in the blood of Jesus I wrote some raps that made sure that my lifeline reekin' The scent of a reaper, ensuring that my allegiance With the other side may come soon And if I'm doomed May the womb of my mother be blessed for many moons I suffer a lot And every day that glass mirror get tougher to watch I tie my stomach in knots And I'm not sure why I'm infatuated with death My imagination is surely an aggravation of threats That can come about ’Cause the tongue is mighty powerful And I can name a list of your favorites that probably vouch Maybe 'cause I'm a dreamer and sleep is the cousin of death Really stuck in the schema of wondering when I'ma rest
