Last saturday (two weeks ago now) i was nearly killed in a car accident with two of my friends, and just got out of the hospital yesterday. We hit a parked truck going about 120km/h then veared off and hit another car in a driveway. We were all drunk out of our minds... When the paramedics reached the scene they figured we were all going to be dead, they had to cut the roof off of the car to get us out because the car was such a wreck. We all ended up surviving with injuries, and amazingly we were not paralyzed... god was with us...
Its dark at the bottom of the downward spiral, not knowing where you are with too much pain to even smile/
Its like that brown bottle empty trying to get that last drop, then it drops to the floor and your dream suddenly stops/
Smash...
Open your eyes to the tubes in your throat, with the doctors arround you surprised you even woke/
Think about that thing we all take for granted, life, a short word like the cards we were handed that night/
When i look back now i think i finally understand it... Things too good to be true probably are lying like the tap head/
The draft is rough and its hard to come clean, for me it took catastrophy until my future was seen/
I got a cut liver, bruised heart, and a brutally punctured spleen to believe.../
If i keep up the life i was livin before, i'll end up like my eggs, over easy, peep the metaphor...
Last call, tabs up, get your shit all packed up/
The glass cuts rip up all the fun when your "in the club"/
Always have back when your dealing with an ill force or pub/
My words like my name the worth speeds up the concourse of blood/
So the next time you cats think twice about your path, remember my words like a vice be cracking your back/
Or the impact of straight fact like an automoblie crash, react with class or feel the wrath of the numbers at hand/
Im a mathematican, I should have seen my shit comming, play the odds too much and the house will be running the odd time that loose it all... MVA or anything under the influence of alcohol/
Last call, tabs up, get your shit all packed up/
The glass cuts rip up all the fun when your "in the club"/
Always have back when your dealing with an ill force or pub/
My words like my name the worth speeds up the concourse of blood/
I know im preaching shit talked about everyday, but when your playing yourself sick shit can happen that day/
Its like a writer using the pen as an excuse, exuses run out like the ink they produce/
Fucking goofs that say im wack, yeah well at least i aint confused, their rhymes are used since reproduced biting my devilish noons...
still an unfinished key for now, i think the concept is comming through aight... I havent got the time to reply to posts yet, but i will put em up as soon as i can. peace
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