Life Is Death Is (So Damn Good)

Life is not short, life is fucking long.
A lot happens. Try to make the best of it.

Life is
Nothing but pain and crisis
And little bitty slices
Of death and trying to gauge the depth of how deep the black ice is.

There's a hammer in my fist as I write this
Righteous verse and lyrics of lifeless persons
Spirit turns to ices
And it rises,
Deified, these words should be inscribed into the horizons
And the bleeding skies as the Mayans,
Counting 365 on a calendar stone with a mask
In the middle as I'm sipping on a flask
Of a little goat blood
That the kid'll soak up
During sacrifices
Fuck who you think raps the nicest.

These are songs that I'm saving lives with
Drying eyelids,
Providing my kids
With a vibe that's timeless
And a time that's vibrance
Is so hard to find it
You might need diphenhydramine.
I got goals and aspirations
But I don't have dreams.

'Cause dreams are just your memories
Being organized and processed,
And when you're asleep you can't make progress,
On your conquest
During the onset of REM sleep
They say beauty is skin-deep
Man beauty ain't skin-deep,
Beauty is just skin.

Cheap little clichés and platitudes
Get a mean face, get an attitude
Get a gun, get a horse, get a nice pair of boots
Get a clean shave and a saddle too
And ride up outta town
Try to find the sun
And get so high you die as it comes down
If they like you you'll be found.

I can't accelerate the time
Bloody hell is on my mind
But at least I'm feeling so damn good.
And in my life man everything is grey
Even death might come today
But at least I'm feeling so damn good.

It's strange I can't accelerate the time
Bloody hell is on my mind
But at least I'm feeling so damn good.
And in my life man everything is grey
Even death might come today
But at least I'm feeling so damn good.

Death is
The day they find you breathless
Left with
No comprehension of the day you once thought life was precious.
Now press this
Pen to the page and write your death wish
Aight done.
Got a little way
'Cause I'm blinded by the white sun
By the white sun.

I'm sick of all the fame
It's like a ball and chain
And I ain't calling names
But I met a couple celebrities recently
And fuck if they ain't all insane.

Every single one of them they all the name
I don't got a mansion they call me lame
They call and ask if I can get them a baller cane
And when I tell them hell no they never call again,

Because that's not me,
I give a damn about the damn paparazzi
I don't ever want to meet a man,
I don't wanna compromise my sound
No care of the means that I'm never gonna be the man,

All you little juvenile motherfuckers
You can run around trying to be the king of rap
and I'mma be the best husband
and be the best father to my little boy,
Little boy, tell me what you think of that?

Probably think it's wack
You'd rather just have money and clothes
Nothing really matters like that
As long as you get to stunning these hoes.

But you're stunting your growth
I wanna just bloody your nose
Damn, stop numbing your soul
Try to have a little fucking control.

But you can't 'cause I'm here
Oh my god, motherfucking damn it's my year.
I'm in your mouth like a can of light beer
Keeping count of the planet's light years

I'm working in these boots and old ass jeans
See I got goals and aspirations
But I don't have dreams,

'Cause dreams are just your memories
Being organized and processed
And when you're asleep you can't make progress
On your conquest
During the onset of REM sleep
They say beauty is skin-deep
Man beauty ain't skin-deep,
Beauty is just skin
And it's fucking cheap!

I can't accelerate the time
Bloody hell is on my mind
But at least I'm feeling so damn good.
And in my life man everything is grey
Even death might come today
But at least I'm feeling so damn good.
I say I can't accelerate the time
Bloody hell is on my mind
But at least I'm feeling so damn good.
And in my life man everything is grey
Even death might come today
But at least I'm feeling so damn good.