The weather became windy as fuck
My lifespan was extended instead of ending abrupt
Serving my purpose to these Earthlings that I'm living amongst
Constantly searching for the one thing that is in us since birth
The privilege of the oxygen that enters my lungs
Turns to a whisper at a distance from a spirit above
Lifted from this existence and when my transition's done
The listeners can feel it my heartbeat mimics the drums
Nothing is permanent fuck what you heard about a Sharpie
When it's time to float the winged angels play the harp strings
Only faces of happiness when I'm finally departing
So fuck a funeral throw your n***a a birthday party
Every single moment that was meaningful
Came into the forefront of my skull and gave me goosebumps
Always felt chosen, only certain folks could see it though
Why live a lie when you're alive cause your demise is when the truth comes
Everything is past tense
Bury your remains or
Plan to have your ashes scattered across the landscapes
Give the body to science but the soul is mine inside it
And the longevity of our life is connected to his guidance
For the history books let me offer this piece of knowledge
A euphoric state of being is in our DNA I promise
So enjoy this planet while you're on it
As I whisper to myself Shakespeare's 27th Sonnet
"Lo! thus, by day my limbs, by night my mind
For thee, and for myself, no quiet find."
"Lo! thus, by day my limbs, by night my mind
For thee, and for myself, no quiet find."
As I look up at the sky
Smile on my face, my eyes start to close
What a beautiful ride I'm 199
And at midnight I turn two hundred years old
I'm dead