Death in My Pocket

I got death in my pocket and nothing but time All these bones in the closet, in the back of my mind I just leave 'em there, I don't even care, no Holding up a flare, I could use a prayer, oh I got death in my pocket, but I feel so alive Don't know, why but it feels like my world is crashing down I just bought a brand, fuck Darkness does it take to get this flashy, huh Don't know why, but it feels like my world is crashing down I just bought a brand new car, I want to crash it now How much darkness did it take to get this flashy now? I lose a piece of my soul when the cameras flash So I'm asking every fan who's questioning my passion Thinking I'm caught up in fashion or that I forgot my past I understand that I'm just a dropout, I don't have the answers I became a dad so young, I ain't know how to use them Pampers Baby mama's food stamps kept my stomach full I had to make a plan 'cause now my family needed me to make a rap And me and Slim back at that address, hundred twenty eight, we trapping Writing lyrics down on napkins, room so small, we share a mattress Look what happened I got death in my pocket and nothing but time All these bones in the closet, in the back of my mind I just leave 'em there, I don't even care, no Holding up a flare, I could use a prayer, oh I got death in my pocket, but I feel so alive Don't know how I get so high, but I'm not passin' out I guess the drugs are in my blood, hope I don't pass it down Hope I'm allowed to see my baby get a cap and gown 'Cause doctors told my daddy won't be here a year from now Yeah, my first reaction is to punch in the wall until it's cracking Both my knuckles shattered, don't ask what the fuck's the matter I've been battling the fact I lost my closest to cancer The only thing she asked was for me and him to get closer But I hung up too fast, went to sleep in and then she passed You've been silent seven years, it took that to get us back We all needed second chances, I've been bottlin' the sadness I guess I'm just happy that we finally got to bury shit before the casket I got death in my pocket and nothing but time All these bones in the closet, in the back of my mind I just leave 'em there, I don't even care, no Holding up a flare, I could use a prayer, oh I got death in my pocket, but I feel so alive I think I'm ready to die tonight It's fucked up 'cause I ain't lived half my life I saw the devil and passed him like "You tryna fuck up my afterlife" But I don't even care, you can keep me there, yeah Holdin' up a flare, I needed a prayer, yeah I got death in my pocket But I feel so alive