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letra de before i close my eyes - eric west

[verse 1]
i’m becoming a hostage of all of these thoughts that i just cannot process
like it’s written in non sense
while succumbing to concepts psychology taught us was coming from traumas
all the healings forgotten
i think something is calling it’s probably god but then what if it’s not man
might be running from progress
but honestly i’m scared of confronting a coffin
was feeling disgraced there were plays i had made and i thought i had botched them
but i still got it like i’ve just forgotten the login i gotta stay locked in
speaking of locks some of us were entwined but you since then have parted
im agnostic when i’m departed will my soul stay in this world, will i cross it?

[bridge]
wearing my ball and my chain
i know that my time has now come
in the house of the rising sun

[verse 2]
i don’t wanna die on that table without leaving some sort of music to play for the fans
or leaving my riches to all of my kindred so they can all cope with some vacation plans
i can’t move my body i’m screaming n crying i’m stuck in the fetal i hate that i am
but i still got my hands so i’m penning this joint until my metacarpals all break and i can’t
i’m fighting for air but i’m not gonna punch
i’m hot now i got acid reflux
plus i’m hungry like i do not got any lunch
i guess that explains how come i’m coming up
i’m the apex, i’m on top and i’m blunt
put you on the chamber with one shot of the pump
i’m in the airways like blocking your lungs
so them feature slots, start coughing em up
it’s hard to quit rhyming when i think i’m dying
as soon as i put up the mic
cuz what would y’all think if you found out for a second i didn’t put up a fight
doc was saying i might bleed out
why me? wow, i’m senile
beautiful lights and funeral rites as i’m called by the dude in the sky
i ain’t getting older anymore bruh
guess i owe ya each iota
spit like yoda just to show ya
dennis shröders kids the goat, yuh
fixin all the sh-t ya bros been
trippin over since my stroller
friggin wrote a little poem to
bring us closer and give ya closure
as i exhale you thought that all i’ve ever spoken was bars
i was breathing cosmic wind the way my flows are hold up a charge
all while i was broken and scarred but then most of us are
yet i’m not a rover by far but a roman that’s armed
roaming from mars, thus i must go home to the stars
nah that doesn’t feel right
drums are hitting so there’s still time
a happy message i can still write
not everybody can be tiger woods but maybe i could be bill wright
i will fight til i catch the surreal high of a fulfilled life
so for anyone thinking their life has been wasted or anyone who has been feeling complacent
it’s never to late to pull a 180 so picture the life that you want and then take it
you could ruin ya life in the blink of an eye
but you can also as easily make it
so i’ll stay alive if it helps you to fight
as long as you swear that you’ll chase your own greatness
cuz now i realize that our time is so sacred

- eric west

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