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Peak #17,104
Peak in subgenre #1,437
Author
Poetic Flow
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Lyrics: Poetic Flow/ Beat: Illuminati records
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May 27, 2003
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Lyrics
Dying To Survive
Written & Performed by S. De Bolster.
Produced by Illuminati Records & Mixed by S. De Bolster.
© 2003 - Poetic Flow/ Illuminati Records.
Dying to survive, it’s like, you never notice what you got until the moment you lose it.
Poetic Flow:
Staring as I see my body laying on the ground ~ slowly understanding the fact that I drowned in my misery ~ people are standing around as I’m floating towards heavenly sounds/ It’s a weird sensation to see yourself from up above ~ a cause for irritation ~ a situation I’ve never even dreamed of ~ leaving this fucked up nation as I’m floating towards the white light surrounded by love/ I’m way too young to go ~ I’m only 21 years old and still got so much to grow ~ and I still got so much I want to prove ~ but there’s nothing I can do/ Struggling to get back to my cold body but I’m grabbed by reversed gravity ~ I never cared much for life but now I’m hustling to get back to my human cavity ~ it seems like it had-to-be/ I was never meant to make a difference on this fucked up planet ~ now I’m out to live underneath a dungeon’s granite ~ and I can’t even stand the fucking darkness damn it/ I don’t understand this ~ how did I even die? ~ 5 minutes ago I was still getting high on life ~ now I’m here floating above my body as I’m headed towards the sky/ Come to find out ~ our pearly gates is nothing more than a crooked fence ~ meeting Saint Peter awaiting me in a b-boy stance ~ saying “Do you want to meet our holy father or enjoy the devil surrounded by a sulfuric stench?”/ No offense, but I want to get back to earth ~ don’t tell me my birth was just a waste of time ~ my life a fool’s tale without any worth what so ever/ Ok I admit, maybe saying that wasn’t all too clever but I had to get it off my chest ~ I’m depressed and don’t want to spend my eternity with St. Peter and the rest/ Suddenly a bright light blinds my eye revealing only a halo and a beard ~ “Well, what do we have here?” says a dark heavy voice used to evoking fear/ I’m like “Jesus fucking Christ, I don’t want to be an asshole I just want to continue to live my life.”/
Talking:
Simple as that I started a conversation with God. Telling him my feelings about how I don’t want to leave my family and friends behind. Telling him that it wasn’t my time just yet as I still had so many things left to do. During my speech angels suddenly surrounded me and they started to sing…
Chorus
Poetic Flow:
The angels & St. Peter chose my side as we reasoned for my life ~ but each plea I made was like a double-edged knife ~ never the less I didn’t give up and continued to strive/ But with each devilish word that fell ~ I could see myself approaching hell ~ doing my best not to yell as I was running out of thoughts to sell/ You should’ve seen me ~ reasoning with God ~ damn this is harder than I thought it would be ~ I realized I was talking to a God and had to act accordingly/ But fuck it, I want my life back so I stayed on the attack ~ suddenly I got struck and everything turned black/ Voices from afar mumbling out unknown words ~ confused I try to open my eyes ~ not sure of where I am or what I’ve heard ~ then I witnessed a vision so absurd/ 3 Pair of wondering eyes looking down as I regained conscience ~ slowly getting up mumbling out absolute nonsense ~ I don’t understand what happened ~ it’s too weird for common sense/ I got up not knowing what to say ~ gave a couple of handshakes and walked away ~ smiling, happy to see another light of day/
So I walked away not knowing what exactly happened, and I heard the angels sing…
Chorus 