Amen

I'm still kickin' I'm still feeling like thereʼs 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 Thereʼs 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 canʼt raise hell if you donʼt believe in it Amen Looking back Iʼm 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 Ainʼt 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, thatʼs 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, itʼs a metaphor I guess he didʼt 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 Itʼs 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 Iʼm 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 wonʼt die in this Robert Frost poem Cause I still think thereʼs a lion, witch and a wardrobe Amen