Among The Sleep

I'm seconds from meeting what the Mossberg had to offer
 And feed my thoughts to Christ to the altar
 I wake up on a red floor
 Axe in 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 cars 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 leave 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 lose the weapon
 And my skull fragments painted the sky for seconds
 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 mileage
 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 clique 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 heroin 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 lead parade
 Getting shot the fuck up but smoke some pigs on the way
 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'mma lose my throat
 They start chumming the water with my dead ho 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'mma die and go straight up
 Or straight to hell, either fuckin' way I'mma wake up!