The Art of Death - Mickey Factz

What?

No no no… is he?

You gotta be kidding me.

Serious?

Jean?

Dead?

No no no no no no.

I don’t believe you.

Oh no…

Pray for me

Pray for me

Pray for me

Pray for me

I just want you to pray for me

Pray for me

Pray for me

Pray for me

I just want you to talk to the lord, tell him that I feel desolate

Basquiat just left us, overdose left him breathless

Am I next on that checklist?

Walking into his funeral

Wishing I could put a crown on him, that would be so suitable

King SAMO

Got a Halo

But I’m selfish cause I’m wishing God let em stay though

When Andy died I thought that’s it

But I’m standing here at this casket

With my friend here

I think to myself is the end near?

Have I been there?

I don’t know

Don’t go!

How could you leave, us in the cold

Left Honolulu and said that you grown

You said you was leaving heroin alone

But you was alone, never would know

Now I’m here but you dead and gone

Shedding a tear, watching it roll

Pouring out beer, this one for my bro

Get off my back!

This shit is wack!

I wanna relax then tell myself that this is an act

He’s coming back, this is a fact!

But he’s not, and he won’t

Wanna leave, but I don’t

Then I do, then I see

Myself, it coulda been me

When people are ready to, they change.

They never do it before then,

and sometimes they die before they get around to it.

You can’t make them

change if they don’t want to, just like when they do want to, you can’t stop

them

I don’t wanna die

Floating in the sky

Mama at my casket

Looking at her cry

Why can’t we live forever

Someone tell me why

Scared for my life

Only thing that I can say is:

Pray for me

Pray for me

Pray for me

Pray for me

I just want you to pray for me

Pray for me

Pray for me

Pray for me

I just want you to talk to the lord

Somebody please pray for me

I had a girl that laid with me

But I don’t know what she gave to me

Basically, I’m scared now

Body starting to feel weird now

Hearing rumors bout H.I.V

Its about to take Keith Haring out

Oh not again

Almost out of friends

Soon as I try again, just to try and win, I die again

This so tiring

I have been, to the promise land

Where the angel harps and the violins

Are the soundtracks to retiring and I’m tired of it

What, did I do?

Who, did I screw?

What did she give?

What did she spew?

Contaminate me with whatever she grew

Whatever she knew, she kept to herself

Who woulda knew the devil herself

Un-buckle my belt, fuck with my health

Somebody help!

Somebody help!

Colorful red

Colors are shed

Stuck in the bed

Wanna be dead

Up on a ledge

Over the edge

Left deceased

Sketch the streets

Death complete

Rest in peace

Nap forever

The art of the death is my last adventure…

I always wished I’d died, and I still wish that, cause I could have gotten the

whole thing over with.

Not to mention, dying is the most embarrassing thing

that can ever happen to you, cause someone’s got to take care of all your

nonsense when you leave