#bigroddabod Sit down with this pen, words flow from within To the paper, like I'm possessed by demons Words need releasing No rhyme or reason Rap season Lyrics so cold lungs will cease to breathe in Soul leaving Cold and alone minds reasoning Rigor mortis setting in brain's dying and no more visions Where do we go who knows I guess we'll find out when the reaper rolls To take our soul, heaven or hell , is there anything who can tell Try to Excell be kind and help others Be a better person every day this life is hard and full of pain When we die do we release these chains Do we forget about our family and these pains I hope wherever I go I still have my . memories Can't imagine not being able to remember my children and wife Or remember anything about my Life Maybe we are Born again that's the light We see at the end of the tunnel Down the funnel minds wandering where tf sm I going Is there a heaven for a real one, God made me who I am He knew I'd be violent and want to fight and lose friends