Cage Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Among the Sleep

I'm seconds from meeting with the minds berg had to offer

 And feed my thoughts to Christ to the altar

 I wake up on a red floor

 Axing a dead whore

 My dick chewed up, why I let this bitch give me head for?

 Pigs tryin' ta kick down the door, I'm out for me

 Opened the sliding glass door and hopped off the balcony

 Fell 30 flights to ? on 10th Av.

 Landed on a FedEx-disguised meth lab

 And after it blew up

 I woke up and threw up

 Stuck my hand in my pants, my shit ain't chewed up

 Wiped the puke from my face

 Then leaved this place

 With a 4-5 in the waist

 At an elitist pace

 No breeding space

 I step out and show face

 Within 3 minutes I'm approached for H

 Then a shotgun to neck, now loose the weapon

 And my scull fragments painted the sky for seconds

 

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 Back to my brain like my brain is a home

 While I roll with the fame I still aim at the throne

 All my peers all sleep and I'm the only one not weak

 Or am I unconscious dreaming I'm making a speech

 Is this reality or my memory getting milage

 Am I staring at the sun or blood vessels in my eyelids

 Do I make music or is music making me

 Is this really all death or just my awakening

 

 I pick my head up, with a face full of drool

 Look around the classroom, now I'm some geek in high school

 Get fucked with in the hallway and can't do shit

 But write names on bullets and fill a few clips

 No need for rags and vodka, got a locker

 With enough fire-power to war with helicopters

 First click to pass, I'm clicking to release

 Each adolescent fist holding 4 police killers

 And I ain't paying for the clips I'm spendin'

 When I shoot up the crowd like a ? convention

 Feds storm the building for the sick boy with balls

 Made of steel, put shit through toilet stalls

 See my teachers dead through holes in the door

 And alerted the cops outside, holdin' the floor

 I exit the bathroom, enter a vet parade

 Getting shot the fuck up but smoke some pigs on the way

 

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 I open up my eyes to get cracked in the face

 Six times, while I'm asked for combos to a safe

 My wife on the couch, dying, raped, in shock

 While the gunmen argue on where to take the Yacht

 Assuming I'm rich

 Playboy bitch

 My own boat

 And if I don't start speaking I'ma loose my throat

 They start chumming the water with my dead hoe and laugh

 Force me to see great whites snapped on the lower half

 Locked off my arm, do it in, no guns to shoot

 Think of 3 past deaths and find an escape route

 All I have to do is wake up, lift the mast

 And get shot off the boat and my back to get whipped in half

 I wake up screamin'

 With a shotgun in church, feenin'

 To kill myself, but I don't know if I'm still dreamin'

 50-50 chance I'ma die and go straight up

 Or straight to hell, either fuckin' way I'ma wake up!