Deceased - JME

I didn’t think it would feel this good

I’m lying on the floor, man, it’s real in the hood

I’m not sure if it was steel or wood

All I know, it was a baseball bat

They had knives as well, man, I’m bleeding good

Someone said, «Run Jme», I should

Instead I stood there like a fool, good

They’re all gone now, it’s just me

I’m lying here on the floor and I’m feeling faint

Invincible?

I really ain’t

It was close, I nearly escaped

But now I look like a decorator

I’ve got blood all over my clothes like paint

I think I’ve lost feeling in my face

How am I supposed to communicate?

Don’t matter anyway, I think I’m dying

Nah, wait, I can feel my leg

It’s not a good sensation, it’s all wet and cold

I can feel air in the gash

This is what I get for airing the gash

Look at me, I’m on my deathbed

And I’m still tryna strap some lyrics in my head

It’s mad, the guys that did this to me

Would pay good money to listen to me

I’m the person they’re wishing to be

When they see me, they don’t know what to do

So they get excited and hype in the crew

But on their Js, they’re kissing my feet

There’s nothing nobody can do now

I’m over, down and out (gone)

Blud, I swear I’m dead

All I can see is clouds

It’s not all jokes and games, blud

It’s not a joke or a game

It’s not all jokes and games, blud

It’s not all jokes and games

It’s not all jokes and games, blud

Serious

Keep playing games

Until you’re deceased

It’s not all jokes and games, blud

It’s no jokes or games

It’s not all jokes and games, blud

It’s not a joke or a game

It’s not all jokes and games, blud

Deceased

Keep playing games

Nah, wait, wait, wait, wait, I can’t die

Especially here, man, where am I?

I don’t wanna be this MC guy no more

I ain’t even got my degree

Shit, my mum, what’s she gonna think?

Her son’s another dead black statistic?

Why didn’t I run, man?

I’m such a prick

One of them was hench, though, I ain’t gonna lie, but

Imagine if I tried to run and I tripped

Or tried to do something dumb and I slipped

Should I carry a gun and a clip?

At least that way, I wouldn’t be here now on the floor

I got stabbed in my bum and my hip

If I make it through, I’m done with this shit

My mouth is filling with blood, I’m scared

Crying won’t help me now, I’m dead

It’s not all jokes and games, blud

It’s not a joke or a game

It’s not all jokes and games, blud

It’s not all jokes and games

It’s not all jokes and games, blud

Serious

Keep playing games

Until you’re deceased

It’s not all jokes and games, blud

It’s no jokes or games

It’s not all jokes and games, blud

It’s not a joke or a game

It’s not all jokes and games, blud

Deceased

Keep playing games