Yeah, I knew this day was coming. Sometimes, you gotta come back down. So I'm going to hell now, man. Stupid someone's level. Five dozen flies buzzing over your head. Call me the Grim Reaper, sleep is my cousin. You're dead to me now and I'ma be the last face you see before you die, cousin. My eye are tigers and I'm a survivor, so I will rise up and be triumphant. Cause when I'm looking at my legacy, a bunch of dogs trying to dry hump it. Like Triumph the Puppet, so I'm like, fuck it, pot a carnage up till it's so high it's touching the sky. Let them all line up and attack, single filing up in a stack. Call them toy soldiers, cause they just wind up on their backs. Now the sky is nothing but black, but I am not coming back. I done told you I told the woke me to go to sleep, but still they keep on provoking me. They're hoping to see me completely broken emotionally, but how in the fuck am I not supposed to be? What when these fuckers just keep poking me? I'm leaving heaven. I'm leaving heaven. Angels won't find me. Where are you going? I've been down kicked like around 6,000 times since I was a kid. As a child, picked on, clowned it countless times. I've been outed, gotta remind myself of it every now and then. So the route I went's self-empowerment in a hole. Taught myself how to get out of it and balance it with talent's wit, cause life is like a penny. Cause it's only 1% who overcome this shit. They earned a win, I win a ball like what my back was up against. Don't tell me about struggle, bitch, I lived it. I was 5 or 6 the first time I got my hind end kicked. Malcolm Isaac and Boogie jumped me and took my tricycle. And I don't know if I would call that right privilege, yeah, but I get it. I get it, how it feels to be judged by pigment. Besides getting it from both sides of the tracks. But I swore I'd get them back, even if it meant selling my soul to get my revenge in front. Thought of a scheme and it got me to thinking if I could believe in myself I could probably achieve it. That's part of the reason I do all my talking with Eakin. As long as I'm breathing, I vow to outsmart him and beat him. But God, what a heart of a demon. Go at him and I'ma get even like I'm in the Garden of Eden. I'm bout to go off of the deep end, cause evil is calling, I'm already seething. I'm leaving heaven. I'm leaving heaven. Angels won't find me. Where are you going? Okay, so while Macklemore is keeping his room nice and neat. I was getting my ass beat twice a week. Looking for a place for the night where I could sleep. Zip it's over, cushions over, just trying to see. If I could find some change and scrape up a bite to eat. If denying me, fine, a couple times a piece. Twenty-five cents each, you get us a bag of chips. We'd be glad to get, yeah, even if we had to split. We'd do backflips, looking back at it. I think that would fit with the definition of not having shit. Couple that with the fact my mother was fat, shit. Pop was a sack of shit, yeah, he died, but I gave half a shit. Yeah, which brings me back to the dear old dad, that I zero had. Since a year old, forty-seven year old scab. Just to hear them words ear piercing, like my earlobe stabbed. With a needle for an earring, shit, I feel upset. You were dead to me before you died. Me, tear no shed. Shit, I made a mural at your funeral. Had your coffin drank with a hero's flag. Where the fuck you were at? When D'Angelo done hurt me real bad. At the Rio Grande, never meet your grandkids. Fucking coward, only guts you had was from your stomach. Fat, I couldn't see your ass going to heaven. So I'm asking for a pass to go to hell, so I can whip your fucking ass. I hate that I never get to say I hate you to your face. No coming back from where I'm going. Sky is dark, my soul is black, hand on the shovel. Dick with the blade of it that I stamp on the metal. Vendetta to settle, tell the devil. I'm leaving heaven. Yeah. I'm leaving heaven. Yo. I should dig your motherfucking ass up. Just to spit in your fucking face. Where I am going. Holding my baby pictures up like you're proud of me. I'm leaving heaven. Fuck you, bitch. I'm leaving heaven. You know what? Maybe if I'd have had you, I wouldn't have went through half the shit I went through. I'm leaving heaven. So I blame you. Where I am going. Or maybe I should say thank you. Where I am going. Because I wouldn't have been me. So you better, you better run. Yeah. So I'ma let it go now. You better, you better run. Rest in peace. You better, you better run. Cock sucker. You better, you better run. See you in hell.