Eli - "Rapid Decline" lyrics

an*lyzing the world. Fantasizing about girls. Losing track of the time. This liquor play with my mind. Weed lower my eyes, Promised I'd quit last time. But the pressure to fit inside, got me on a rapid decline. Look mama im older, And The world only gets colder. Half my race is getting sentenced, No periods, running over. They k**ing over some shoes, Got mommas crying on shoulders. Got daddy running around, Man he's nowhere to be found. Going down... Down like the trees out in OKC. I must say "rest in peace", To the ones that are deceased. That's my brothers; quamere & tevin, and Greg - see you in heaven... Fingers crossed, Hope I get there. Cause my life ain't living right, hardly, be in the church on Sunday, Monday through Friday be at parties. And I know it ain't right, But I'm caught in this life. Purple Weed play with my mind. Sprite & Liquor play with my sight, Can't see exactly where im headed, I'm on a rapid decline. And im almost out of time, I know we almost out of time... I just pray we make it. Second thoughts could be the d**h of us. Over thinking can have results too. So this generation doesn't think at all. They do things on impulse... Like seeing friends puffing thinking that they gotta hit it. Or seeing friends selling thinking that they gotta get it. And never really knowing who's to blame when they get bopped. So live by the motto: "never talk to the cops." Cause, snitches get stitches if you from where im from. And if you ain't, you're never safe, They stay on the hunt... Downward spirals. Living for the wrong things. Chrome spinning tires, Watches, rings, & chains. Iced out Jesus, thinking it mean they saved. But in reality; that don't even mean a thing! My generation's declining. All the rich people reclining! To us they are giants. To them we are tiny... And they got ma**ive weapons, And we only got slingshots. They taking over the news, We can't even get a TV spot. And that's the reason for my generation slippin'. Cause in DC, the lawmakers trippin'. And so we roll our weed and pour our wine. And pour some on the ground for the ones who have died. And chill out in the club cause its fast living, and young we die. Rapid decline.