Chapter XII: To Drink from Lethe - The Vision Bleak

Word to my momma, I promise I gotta go get it Hop in my whip and then be on my way Now I'm coppin' a ticket to Cali My mission, the Valley, the Bay, then L.A. 'Til I finally come back to Miami Passion, a Grammy, a handful of cash And respect from the people who can't understand me, but have to respect it Tired of humble, tired of subtle and being neglected Just me and my message, I'm seeing your best shit Compared with mine next, and it seems unimpressive I'm being directed, and we ain't correct 'Cause your cameras are off and your TV's reflective and black I'm so out the box that I walked right back into that shit Just to show I'm the best in the pack Accept it as fact, I take what is my mine If it's yours then it's mine, no exception to that Word to my homies Word to my homies, word to my homies Yeah Word to my homies, word to my homies Yeah Word to my homies, word to my homies Word to my homies Yeah Yeah, yeah So it's time to bring the pressure up You niggas only my half whole When I'm only half hoping you holding me back So I keep the pressure up Half past fours even if it beats four of you, or if I beat more of you Nigga, y'all ain't got the pressure to match a black hole Get it? Half hole, I'm whole, you have fallen On the pressure, black coal My nigga my rap so under pressure I think its Logic, I match Cole, I'm born Simba Nigga, fuck around I morph into Mufasa Eat a nigga album for dinner It's a four-course meal in a four-door with them 4-4s What I'm spitting when I'm saying your name And a bar had 4-4 times of the nine make a nigga crash and better stay in yo' lane Whippin' up a 16, reppin' up a big team Boy, I need a big ring, playing no games Word to my homies Word to my homies, word to my homies Word to my homies, word to my homies Word to my homies, word to my homies Word to my homies I ain't never gave a fuck one time In the land of the lost, I abandon the law If you ever try to stop me then you won't be standing at all when this brand assault Yeah, I'm the sultan, nigga So if we got a problem, I'ma solve it, nigga Lord Noctis, fucking sovereign, nigga Word to my homies Word to my homies, word to my homies Word to my homies, word to my homies Word to my homies Word to my homies, word to my homies Word to my homies Yeah

Beating Heart still beating for the cause Feeding Soul still feeding from the loss Aching Limbs are aching from the rush Fading You are fading from my sight Break of morning, coldness lingers on Shroud me into nightmares of the sun Moving I am moving closer to your side Luring You are luring me into the night Crying Who is crying for you here? Dying I am dying fast inside your tears Plunging towards bereavement faster yet Clearing thoughts, my mind is set Devious movements in your eyes Moved me from relief Breath comes out, white clouds with your lies And filters through me You're close to the final word You're staring right past me in dismay A liquid seeps from your chest And drains me away Mist ripples round your thin white neck And draws me a line Cold fingers mark this dying wreck This moment is mine Help me cure you Atone for all you've done Help me leave you As all the days are gone Devious movements in your eyes Moved me from relief Breath comes out, white clouds with your lies And filters through me You're close to the final word You're staring right past me in dismay A liquid seeps from your chest And drains me away Mist ripples round your thin white neck And draws me a line Cold fingers mark this dying wreck This moment is mine Night fall again Taking what's left of me Slight twist, shivering corpse Ornated with water, fills the cracks Clasped in my limbs by tradition This is all you need

In the bleak mid-winter Frosty wind made moan Earth stood hard as iron Water like a stone Snow had fallen, snow on snow Snow on snow In the bleak mid-winter Long ago Our God, Heaven cannot hold Him Nor earth sustain Heaven and earth shall flee away When He comes to reign In the bleak mid-winter A stable-place sufficed The Lord God Almighty Jesus Christ What can I give Him Poor as I am? If I were a shepherd I would bring a lamb If I were a wise man I would do my part Yet what I can, I give Him Give my heart