always rainin on me like theres a cloud over my head
stress keeps me from rest so loud will i end up dead
try to sleep but i hear too many peeps and it keeps
back so many feet contained by dark like the Grim Reap
holdin its scythe while levitatin and movin rollin its pipe
ponderin about life testin to see developed like its ripe
i wake up from my dream screamin and now im schemin
now makin my team to protect me from fiends while leanin
i got a pistol and dagger under my pillow fully loaded
no dismissal one eye open just in case i gotta unload it
blastin in the dark makin it look like a firework display
lastin for the night the question is will i live another day