there are times when i feel so down, then i try to remind myself that our time that we have on this earth ain't gonna last. just when im starting to make sense of it all the next thing i know death be starin' from a distance so i gazed back into the abyss and my plan of attack is a war of attrition, here's hopin' i got the reaper's attention   to play against him is fatal no question so what do we say to the god of death? more or less not today or nonetheless the next day we be negotiating when it's Him there's no escapin' doesn't matter how many times you pray lets go and carpe the fuck dieme this shitty day, til' i remembered no work and no pay god damn it