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Should I be blessed when I die by God's infinite grace
that I should fly on high to a majestic place
I believe he would let me traverse both time and space
for one last kiss on your face, one final embrace
Whether it be physical or metaphysical, I know that to some degree
you'll at least recognize my voice as it whispers through a tree
A minute is always a minute, sixty seconds to fly free
yet a moment can last a lifetime, and in that moment you'll know it's me...
However...
God forbid, some of the things I did that maybe didn't end so well
that kept me from standing because I always kept landing so hard each time I fell
might bite me on the ass on the day I pass and send me straight to hell
but I've had enough times, wrote quite enough rhymes, from within a dorm or cell
that I'm surely confident that the devil himself could not create a single doubt
that sooner or later the inner-workings of hell is something I'll know all about
I know me and I know I'll bring a whole lot of hustle and a little bit of clout
and I promise you this, on what's left of my soul, I'll eventually find my way out
I'll swap weapons for drugs, have everyone fallen-angel dusted
and make bribes to the guards, it's not like they're to be trusted
Everybody there is there because they got busted
and hell is mine for the taking once I truly get adjusted
A cigarette for a joint for a balloon for a key
with a map and ride from the otherside for me
Gone in sixty seconds, and for sixty seconds I will flee
and for that minute, in that moment, for your love I will be free
In a community full of liars, I promise it's true
from the pain of the flames, I will find a way through
There's really nothing much that the devil can do
that would keep me from having...one final moment...with you...
that I should fly on high to a majestic place
I believe he would let me traverse both time and space
for one last kiss on your face, one final embrace
Whether it be physical or metaphysical, I know that to some degree
you'll at least recognize my voice as it whispers through a tree
A minute is always a minute, sixty seconds to fly free
yet a moment can last a lifetime, and in that moment you'll know it's me...
However...
God forbid, some of the things I did that maybe didn't end so well
that kept me from standing because I always kept landing so hard each time I fell
might bite me on the ass on the day I pass and send me straight to hell
but I've had enough times, wrote quite enough rhymes, from within a dorm or cell
that I'm surely confident that the devil himself could not create a single doubt
that sooner or later the inner-workings of hell is something I'll know all about
I know me and I know I'll bring a whole lot of hustle and a little bit of clout
and I promise you this, on what's left of my soul, I'll eventually find my way out
I'll swap weapons for drugs, have everyone fallen-angel dusted
and make bribes to the guards, it's not like they're to be trusted
Everybody there is there because they got busted
and hell is mine for the taking once I truly get adjusted
A cigarette for a joint for a balloon for a key
with a map and ride from the otherside for me
Gone in sixty seconds, and for sixty seconds I will flee
and for that minute, in that moment, for your love I will be free
In a community full of liars, I promise it's true
from the pain of the flames, I will find a way through
There's really nothing much that the devil can do
that would keep me from having...one final moment...with you...
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