A rhymer left in the dust with a mean head rush
Shunned with distrust to all those who heard him bust
Hoppin' from bus to bus with crushed pills in his hand
Movin' away from the world he was recently banned
He downs the pills undistilled with cough syrup
Goes into convulsions until his feet meet the stirrups
Realizes you're f*cked in life every time you ante up
Repents then look's over the cliff's edge and yells "Giddyup!"
The veil is then lifted
The world's not all lollipops with saint cavalry
But hidden lusts of misery ruled by His Infernal Mastery
Taken in as an apprentice to witness
The true intentions behind his wicked dark sickness
Driven cynical by the situation so critical
No sugar-coating or subliminal--this shit is quite literal
He asks himself how could he be hypocritical
And now with the new vision it seems so typical
Amassing the kids like George--in a state of curiosity
Adults losin control and kill each other in ferocity
Dead to us is a world where there was once generosity
And it's causin him to see the true colors of animosity
On this day red skies and black crows signal the end
But he says, "No!" reveals a weapon mightier than his pen
Comes to the decision he'll use his lyrics to save them
Flash of the crucifix tells him to release all potential within
The final battle
Of supreme power over skill
He realizes that his words are abrased to cut and kill
Battle-scarred and marred he pulls a trump card
The Devil pulls a guard but a sharp tongue strikes hard
And in his last breath, somethin' more poetic than Macbeth
He faintly hear's the words, "It's only death..."
Then a bell rings in the distance as he wakes up at his desk
Rises up to leave thinkin' it was bad dream 'cause he didn't sleep enough
But sees the scorched corpses and realizes he's seen too much