among the sleep

i'm seconds from meeting with the minds berg had to offer, and feed my thoughts to christ to the altar, i wake up on a red floor, axing a dead whore, my dick chewed up, why i let this bitch give me head for?, pigs tryin' ta kick down the door, i'm out for me, opened the sliding glass door and hopped off the balcony, fell 30 flights to on 10th av. landed on a fedex-disguised meth lab, and after it blew up, i woke up and threw up, stuck my hand in my pants, my shit ain't chewed up, wiped the puke from my face, then leaved this place, with a 4-5 in the waist, at an elitist pace, no breeding space, i step out and show face, within 3 minutes i'm approached for h, then a shotgun to neck, now loose the weapon, and my scull fragments painted the sky for seconds, back to my brain like my brain is a home, while i roll with the fame i still aim at the throne, all my peers all sleep and i'm the only one not weak, or am i unconscious dreaming i'm making a speech, is this reality or my memory getting milage, am i staring at the sun or blood vessels in my eyelids, do i make music or is music making me, is this really all death or just my awakening, i pick my head up, with a face full of drool, look around the classroom, now i'm some geek in high school, get fucked with in the hallway and can't do shit, but write names on bullets and fill a few clips, no need for rags and vodka, got a locker, with enough fire-power to war with helicopters, first click to pass, i'm clicking to release, each adolescent fist holding 4 police killers, and i ain't paying for the clips i'm spendin', when i shoot up the crowd like a convention, feds storm the building for the sick boy with balls, made of steel, put shit through toilet stalls, see my teachers dead through holes in the door, and alerted the cops outside, holdin' the floor, i exit the bathroom, enter a vet parade, getting shot the fuck up but smoke some pigs on the way, i open up my eyes to get cracked in the face, six times, while i'm asked for combos to a safe, my wife on the couch, dying, raped, in shock, while the gunmen argue on where to take the yacht, assuming i'm rich, playboy bitch, my own boat, and if i don't start speaking i'ma loose my throat, they start chumming the water with my dead hoe and laugh, force me to see great whites snapped on the lower half, locked off my arm, do it in, no guns to shoot, think of 3 past deaths and find an escape route, all i have to do is wake up, lift the mast, and get shot off the boat and my back to get whipped in half, i wake up screamin', with a shotgun in church, feenin', to kill myself, but i don't know if i'm still dreamin', 50-50 chance i'ma die and go straight up, or straight to hell, either fuckin' way i'ma wake up!