Leaving Heaven (feat. Skylar Grey)

Yeah (I knew this day was coming) Sometimes, you gotta come back down (It's all going to hell now, man) Stoop to someone's level (Yeah) Five dozen, flies buzzin' over your head Call me the Grim Reaper, sleep is my cousin You dead to me now and I'ma be the last face you see 'Fore you die cussin' My eye a tiger's and I'm a survivor so I will rise up and (What?) Be triumphant 'cause when I'm looking at my legacy (Leg, I see) Bunch of dogs gonna tryna dry hump it Like Triumph The Puppet, so I'm like, "Fuck it" Pile the carnage up 'til its so high, it's touching the sky Let 'em all line up and attack Single filing up in the stack Call 'em toy soldiers (Yeah) 'Cause they just wind up on their backs Now the sky's nothing but black But I am not coming back, I done told ya 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 woke When these fuckers just keep poking me? Now I'm leaving Heaven I'm leaving Heaven Angels won't find me Where are you going? I've been down, kicked Like around six thousand times since I was a kid As a child, picked on, clowned Countless times I've been outed Gotta remind myself of it every now and then (Yeah) So the route I went's self-empowerment In a hole, taught myself how to get out of it And balance it with talents, wit 'Cause life is like a penny (Life is like a penny) 'Cause it's only one percent Who overcome the shit They've underwent I went AWOL like what my back was up against Don't tell me 'bout struggle, bitch, I lived it I was five or six 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 white privilege, yeah But 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 revenge and (What?) Thought of a scheme and it got me to thinking If I can believe in myself, I could prolly achieve it That's part of the reason I do all my talking when He can And as long as I'm breathing I vow to smother and beat them Got a heart of a demon, go at 'em and I'ma get even Like I'm in the Garden of Eden, I'm 'bout to go off of the deep end This evil is calling, I'm already seething and I'm leaving Heaven I'm leaving Heaven Angels won't find me Where are you going? Okay, so while Macklemore was keeping his room nice and neat (Yeah) I was getting my ass beat twice a week (What?) Looking for a place for the night where I could sleep Flippin' sofa cushions over just tryin' to see If I could find some change and scrape up for a bite to eat If Denaun and me find a couple dimes a piece Twenty five cents each'd get us a bag of chips We'd be glad to get that even we if we had to split We'd do backward flips, looking back at it I think that would fit with the definition of not having shit Couple that with the fact my mother was batshit Pop was a sack of shit, yeah, he died, but I gave half a shit Yeah, which brings me back to the real 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 Should I feel upset? You were dead to me 'fore you died Me? Tear no shed Should I have made a mural at your funeral? Had your coffin draped with a hero's flag? Where the fuck you were at When De'Angelo done hurt me real bad at the Rio Grande? Never met your grandkids, fucking coward Only gut you had was from your stomach fat I couldn't see your ass gonna Heaven So I'm asking for a pass to go to Hell So I can whip your fucking ass I hate that I'll 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 Dig with the blade up, and then I step on the metal Vendetta to settle, tell the Devil I'm leaving Heaven (Yeah) I'm leaving Heaven (You know, I should dig your motherfucking ass up) Angels won't find me (Just to spit in your fucking face) Where are you 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 had had you) Angels won't find me (I wouldn't have went through half the shit I went through, so I blame you) Where are you going? (Or maybe I should say, "Thank you") ('Cause I wouldn't have been me) So you better, you better run (Yeah) You better, you better run (So I'ma let it go now, rest in peace) You better, you better run (Cocksucker) You better, you better run (See you in Hell)