The Last Song - Slaine, Everlast

If this the last song I ever wrote

If it were to be the night that these motherfuckers murdered me

If it were to be a car crash, swerving into a Mercury

Burgundy splashed through the glass when sirens circle me

I will be viewed as violent certainly

Drug-addled so maybe I’ve only written the worst of me

Maybe by me even writin these words I’m tempting the fates

They come from the heart, sent from a place

I couldn’t find in my mind I was blind I was lost

In a time warp with a mind warped from a sick scene

On a sidewalk, full of suicide thoughts

Full of false dreams and hopes that you and I bought

Like dope so we had to find things to cope

Ended up covered in dirt not washed with soap

We ended up learnin all about the cost of coke by the rope

And seen some good folks lost from dope

I can’t begin to begin, I’m just horrified

You hear me penning this thing, you think it’s glorified

I just hear the pendulum swing again and again

The same song, broken dreams and dead friends

I been where I been now I stand where I am

As a man with a mic in his hand and God damn

Back holding the crack, planet that’s covered with monkeys

As I walk through the halls of recovering junkies

If this was the last song that I ever wrote

I’d tell you to grab it by the throat

If this is the last song, I ever write

I’ll tell you to stand back up and fight

Live yo' life, give yo' life

Stand up and fight young man

Live your life, give your life

Stand up and fight young man

If these the last words I ever spoke, would you listen closer?

Would you close your eyes, envision what I’m supposed to

Be just a ghost of my boys that overdosed

On crushed-up poison, crushed with the noise of the ocean

Way before Affleck or Coka Nostra

Before I had a cashed check or a poster

Rode sofa to sofa, clutching on the old toaster

Writin on spray paper, grey days of cold culture

Devil got an ulcer with a habit to match it

In a bad temper so I’m grabbing a ratchet

Just to go along with it my stakes are high

Tell the people this is the way that I say goodbye

To my baby boy Terrence, parents so opposite

Just as smart as momma is, fiery as poppa gets

Just one thing little man you cannot forget

If your will is real nobody else can stop the shit

Shit I’m living proof, take a look and figure it

Grew up in a paradox and rather not forgive the shit

But I had to box out this box and I live with it

Boxed out of detox, they said I’m on some wicked shit

Haters, were racist so I was facing bigot shit

Seen too many homies die just trying to dig a ditch

I philosophize all my life burning cigarettes

I became smarter but y’all returned to ignorant