I’ve been a little over anxious since the homie passed on,

Smoking cigarettes with the gas cap off,

Flick that ash till the casket falls,

Death in disguise but the mask fits all,

Paranoid now that I can’t breathe right,

And cold to the touch of a sleepless night,

Feed the anxiety, leave the sobriety,

Organ donor devil bleeding from a free society,

I am a monster, feel the hysteria,

Rifles and lobster, meals of America,

I never thought [bad word] to this,

And now we’ll win it for the one that [bad word] loved this [bad word] 

The sky will never look the same,

And we will never understand how they took that away,

Gods of misfortune, hostile but cordial,

And broken to pieces that God couldn’t sort through.

Gods of Misfortune, are testing the notion,

That life gives us all what we deserve,

And yea they took me early, [bad word] I made mistakes, but the fire that consumed me was one in the same,

With my love that burned with reckless abandon, fought and spit from my [bad word] 
 [bad word] you know you’ll never know another one like me.

This doesn’t feel right to me,

It’s like a ship full of holes that refuses to sink,

The family is heavily affected,

remedy is impossible to levy our protection,

It lingers and pokes at the heart,

It feels like the demons will rip us apart,

But I’ve gotta believe that there’s an answer,

possibility that we will reunite with laughter,

The clouds don’t determine my mood,

It’s the feelings of guilt when I’m thinking of you,

I’ve gotta stay strong for my collective,

And I’ve gotta write songs to connect with,

The pieces of me that you tattoed,

It’s easy to notice that with the bad mood,

I’m in a different place, and that significant face,

Is what we use to conclude that what we’ve hidden is safe.

Gods of Misfortune, are testing the notion,

That life gives us all what we deserve,

And yea they took me early, [bad word] I made mistakes, but the fire that consumed me was one in the same,

With my love that burned with reckless abandon, fought and spit from my [bad word] 
 [bad word] you know you’ll never know another one like me.

With all that said, I haven’t covered enough,

I’m stacking memories of us when I’m down on my luck,

It took me six months [bad word] back to this song,

So I delicately speak what your [bad word] 

It was a tragic departure,

fast [bad word] actors and authors,

Half of my life became ghastly and awful,

Laughing with madness whenever I’d call you,

But not to worry, I’m here to finish the job,

I’ve got my firing squad and now we’re picking them off,

Determined to make the world mine,

Turning over leaves that I never could describe,

So this glass here is a promise,

That I’ll write the story the world’s never thought of,

And when it all ends it’s my legacy,

that’ll thank you for all that you did for me.

Gods of Misfortune, are testing the notion,

That life gives us all what we deserve,

And yea they took me early, [bad word] I made mistakes, but the fire that consumed me was one in the same,

With my love that burned with reckless abandon, fought and spit from my [bad word] 
 [bad word] you know you’ll never know another one like me.