i pick up my pen and turn my sorrows into rap/cos its so easy to be caught up in a trap/ even though we born blind we die with eyes open/life is an open book son read between the lines/sometimes i ask myself is death stalking, keep hoping that heaveans doors remain open/when i die start knocking for God to open/am not afraid of death/am just afraid of meeting God/will he judge me or let me thru the pearly gates/ all these women that i slept with/all the bottles that ave emptied/ and everybody else that ave showed my middle fingure at/ will he send me to hell to battle the devil/ cos me and Lucifer got beef to settle/
