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Feels like I shake hands with death on a daily basis,
But for some reason I'm still here.
I contemplate dying sometimes because it's killing me find out why I'm living.
Do I have a purpose to fulfill or has the big guy just not knocked me off yet?
I say I want to know, but do I really?
How would I change my life if I knew when it was going to end?
Would I always second guess my message before I hit send?
Would I clean up my life now or wait until my last day?
Speaking of last day, how would I spend it?
With family, friends, writing a poem,
At church, praying, or just sitting at home alone.
I used to say I wanted to die running.
Running from my killer or a natural disaster either way just running.
Now I think I rather go out just sitting still sipping on some brandy.
But what happens next?
I remember asking my mom how we know there's really a heaven.
She told me we don't,
But it’s better to act right and find out its fake than to act up and find out its real.
You’ve got to believe in something.
RIP to all the people I've lost and whatever y'all believed in.
Y'all know the truth but can't share it with us,
But it’s cool I'll see y'all again, rather later than sooner though.
But who knows?
