King 810 - Tied To The Whipping Post

(Feel like I'm dying...)

I sit alone in this four-cornered room
Houses are graves for the living
Let this dope spot be my tomb
You can have my soul
I don't need it where I'm going
You can't look me in my face
When my scars are showing
I can't sweat through these scars
I can't feel the wind blow
You never get used to not feeling
You just know you're not like them
So I feel like everything I died for has died for me
And I'm left here alone lost walking in the streets
Where I've seen where men deteriorate
And then do the same
Before I knew it I had changed
And I ain't going back there again
Things are moving so fast
For what it's worth I apologize
I've spilled blood on God's earth
Father please forgive me, I was born in a city
Where if you wanna be somebody you gotta kill somebody
(And claim the body)
Father please forgive me, I was born in a city
Where if you wanna be somebody you gotta kill somebody
(And claim the body)
(Feel like I'm dying)

(Feel like I'm dying)
Artistic bravery
They say to get it you gotta risk it
I risk my life everyday
Why wouldn't I risk this petty shit?
Huh?
Don't make me take aim again
I miss my dead friends
But I don't miss men
So when my gun raises up
Remember Momma couldn't raise me
So you'll be a dead fuck
And pardon it
The man with the skin with all the scars in it
My soul, my city's hardened it
My heart, I don't know where it went!
All I know is there's a war in my head
My eyes don't close when I lay in my bed!
Wish I could give my sister all the strength I posses
And let the heroin kill me instead
You see my grandmother was murdered
My mother used a gun
This killing is in my blood, it's best I don't make a son
I'm in the mirror trying to find my father in my face
So I can shoot myself right in that very place
I... feel... like... I'm... dying...
(Feel like I'm dying)