Space odyssey I think the week Comes from the shadows Of shits creek Then the meek will rule the world And apocalypse Begins next week So I’ll get in the roadstar Tryna Dodge rays n Sonar I got a crack in my armor I’m not gonna make it A mile further Almost outta gas Take the space ship To Europa Beyond the scope of NASA And all signs of Intelligence Is missing They’ll leave me there This isn’t Apollo 11 It’s a failed mission All these dam scientists It’s obvious They Had An inspection They Jealous I think they left a wrench In my engine cabin im I’m in running out of Oxygen So I’m Leaving taking my last breath I’m Thinking about my family And what I have left I left nothing To regret I can’t be upset I took 5 years to get here But I only aged by 2 minutes Stuck in the mathematics moving fast as light seconds I got grandkids I haven’t met yet Even if I survive And decide To come back And they’ll be Decrepted My mentality it seems To beginning To digress I’m playing Russian roulette Using a sling shot and moon rocks As bullets insane I turn into Burning man propane running Through my veins At least my soul Will go beyond the peons Having threesomes with Aliens we ain’t Arabian We just can’t stand The states we in Just like Atlantis I want the city to sink I can’t write What I think My pen ran Outta ink Plus his eye gleam Just stay way from the ray beams They’ll melt Your face like ice cream Millions watch as the Astronaut Docks But can’t talk About Where the plane stops He’s been a Through black Hole Touched a neutrino Fixed a New yorker brims He Can’t back to earth And nobody believed him Beyond your visions Is how big the Galactic map is Stars die and reborn It’s always happens Dam it I’m no longer American I’m Using the flag To sea with lighter engines Check it like it was apart of the list Daily crimes To commit I pack a weapon For situations Like this A bullet to your Brain orcoff your slowly dying no oxygen left searching for your breath Can’t find it The planets made of Iron Red Im using Saturns Rings Like hola hoops What your ruger do? You need bigger tools I’m a real problem solver Dam Only in the bullet revolver What about my partner Should I leave him to die He believe in God So suicide is not An Option A quick decision is made I had to kill him before we both go insane We just Tryna make it as painless for each other I’m about to kill a man I once called my brother