Yeah, I got all these voices in my head. The voices want you dead. They shout at me when I’m sleeping in my bed. Everyday I’m trying to reach the light, but the arms of hate pull me into the night. But I know my future is in sight, And it is bright. So, I gotta put up a fight. I’m a knight. I’m a spartan with swords and spears. The trumpets sound and pierce their ears. My army cheers. Celebrating with spirits, wine and beer. I am never scared, Of the barrels pointed at my head. Because I am prepared, And know that one day I will be dead. But I know that I will be back to my bed, Getting my sleep for the day just up ahead. So I can wake up and start kicking life’s ass. I’m making a mess, with blood all over my grass. Smoking a blunt, putting that bitch on his ass, And making sure that this fight is his last. Freedom and power ever-last, With all this strength and power and cash. I will be me until the day I pass, On my deathbed, smoking one, And putting out my very last ash.