THE REALEST SHIT I EVER WROTE (2000)

My back feels the cold bed of cast iron
Inhale
10, 9-1 slip into silence.
The blessed is once again tested
When I awake in a haze--I'm impressed that yes He is majestic
We can't even see what we're obsessed wit.
Where eternal rest is.
This?
This is surgery
I'm out, and they probin' and observin' me
Doctors fuck up and be actin' like they servin' me wit a small service fee.
If this was court ya'll'd be charged wit perjury
Doped up and feelin' trapped
Rest is when God decides to murder me.
For 3 months I couldn't get away--buried in dirt that burdened me
You ain't locked up?--you pay taxes, so you ain't never heard of free.
Free is when ya soul leaves.
Sleep is a sample of peace
But sometimes ya haunted by ya dreams
Since circumstances tend to fuck wit me
You fuckin' pieces a shit ain't nuttin' to me
Ya'll bitches ain't even close to approachin' or touchin' me.
Maybe I'm bluffin'
Maybe ya'll oughtta come and see.