Death in My Pocket

I got death in my pocket and nothing but time
All these bones in the closet, in the back of my mind
I just leave ‘em there, I don’t even care, no
Holding up the flare, I could use a prayer, oh
I got death in my pocket, but I feel so alive

Don’t know, why but it feels like my world is crashing down
I just bought a brand
(Fuck, [?])
Don’t know why, but it feels like my world is crashing down
I just bought a brand new car, I want to crash it now
How much darkness does it take to get this flashy now?
I lose a piece of my soul when the camera flashes
So I’m asking every fan who’s questioning my passion
Thinking I’m caught up in fashion or that I forgot my past
I understand that I’m just a dropout, I don’t have the answer
I became a dad so young, I ain’t know how to use them Pampers
Baby mama’s food stamps kept my stomach full
I had to make a plan ‘cause now my family needed me to make a wrap
And me & Slim back at that address
Hundred twenty eight, we trapping
Writing lyrics down on napkins
Room so small, we share a mattress
Look what happened

I got death in my pocket and nothing but time
All these bones in the closet, in the back of my mind
I just leave ‘em there, I don’t even care, no
Holding up the flare, I could use a prayer, oh
I got death in my pocket, but I feel so alive

Don’t know how I get so high, but I’m not passing out
I guess the drugs are in my blood, hope I don’t pass it down
Hope I’m allowed to see my baby get a cap and gown
‘Cause doctors told my daddy won’t be here a year from now
Yeah, my first reaction is to punch in the wall until it’s cracking
Both my knuckles shattered, don’t ask what the fuck’s the mattter
I’ve been battling the fact I lost my closest to cancer
The only thing she asked was for me and him to get closer
But I hung up too fast, went to sleep in and then she passed
You’ve been silent seven years, it took that to get us back
We all needed second chances, I’ve been bottling the sadness
I guess I’m just happy that we finally got to bury shit before the casket

I got death in my pocket and nothing but time
All these bones in the closet, in the back of my mind
I just leave ‘em there, I don’t even care, no
Holding up the flare, I could use a prayer, oh
I got death in my pocket, but I feel so alive

I think I’m ready to die tonight
It’s fuc*** up ‘cause I ain’t lived half my life
I saw the devil and passed him like
‘You tryna f*** up my afterlife’
But I don’t even care, you can keep me there, yeah
Holding up a flare, I needed a prayer, yeah
I got death in my pocket
But I feel so alive