Originally Posted by DwnWthVwls

I never look down—I look to the sky
And envision the place where everybody go when they die
They say that bright lights and angels come and get you
If that's the truth, then I expect the black night blocking the sun—I got issues
Another day with myself, another day without wealth
There's gotta be another way—I need help
And so I pray like I'm a Pentecostal, Sufi, Buddhist, strict agnostic
Hoping one will hit its target. Take another sip of hypnotic
And lay my head on the pillow and dream erotic scenes
Of killers spilling endless rounds and all of them shooting at me