Eminem - Leaving Heaven

Yeah (I knew this day was coming)

Sometimes, you gotta come back down (It's all going to hell now, man)

Stoop to someone's level (Yeah)

Five dozen, flies buzzin' over your head

Call me the Grim Reaper, sleep is my cousin

You dead to me now and I'ma be the last face you see

'Fore you die cussin'

My eye a tiger's and I'm a survivor so I will rise up and (What?)

Be triumphant 'cause when I'm looking at my legacy (Leg, I see)

Bunch of dogs gonna tryna dry hump it

Like Triumph The Puppet, so I'm like, "Fuck it"

Pile the carnage up 'til its so high, it's touching the sky

Let 'em all line up and attack

Single filing up in the stack

Call 'em toy soldiers (Yeah)

'Cause they just wind up on their backs

Now the sky's nothing but black

But I am not coming back, I done told ya

I told the woke me to go to sleep

But still, they keep on provoking me

They're hoping to see me completely broken emotionally

But how in the fuck am I not supposed to be woke

When these fuckers just keep poking me? Now

I'm leaving Heaven

I'm leaving Heaven

Angels won't find me

Where are you going?

I've been down, kicked

Like around six thousand times since I was a kid

As a child, picked on, clowned

Countless times I've been outed

Gotta remind myself of it every now and then (Yeah)

So the route I went's self-empowerment

In a hole, taught myself how to get out of it

And balance it with talents, wit

'Cause life is like a penny (Life is like a penny)

'Cause it's only one percent

Who overcome this shit

They found the [?]

I went AWOL like what my back was up against

Don't tell me 'bout struggle, bitch, I lived it

I was five or six the first time I got my hind end kicked

Malcolm, Isaac, and Boogie jumped me and took my tricycle

And I don't know if I would call that white privilege, yeah

But I get it, how it feels to be judged by pigment

Besides getting it from both sides of the tracks

But I swore I'd get them back

Even if it meant selling my soul to get revenge and (What?)

Thought of a scheme and it got me to thinking

If I can believe in myself, I could prolly achieve it

That’s part of the reason I do all my talking when He can

And as long as I'm breathing I vow to smother and beat them

Got a heart of a demon, go at 'em and I'ma get even

Like I'm in the Garden of Eden, I'm 'bout to go off of the deep end

This evil is calling, I'm already seething and

I'm leaving Heaven

I'm leaving Heaven

Angels won't find me

Where are you going?

Okay, so while Macklemore was keeping his room nice and neat (Yeah)

I was getting my ass beat twice a week (What?)

Looking for a place for the night where I could sleep

Flippin' sofa cushions over just tryin' to see

If I could find some change and scrape up for a bite to eat

[?] find a couple dimes a piece

Twenty five cents each'd get us a bag of chips

We'd be glad to get that even we if we had to split

We'd do backward flips, looking back at it

I think that would fit with the definition of not having shit

Couple that with the fact my mother was batshit

Pop was a sack of shit, yeah, he died, but I gave half a shit

Yeah, which brings me back to the real dad that I zero had

Since a year-old, forty-seven year-old scab

Just to hear them words, ear piercing

Like my earlobe stabbed with a needle for an earring

Should I feel upset? You were dead to me 'fore you died

Me? Tear no shed

Should I have made a mural at your funeral?

Had your coffin draped with a hero's flag?

Where the fuck you were at

When De'Angelo done hurt me real bad at the Rio Grande?

Never met your grandkids, fucking coward

Only gut you had was from your stomach fat

I couldn't see your ass gonna Heaven

So I'm asking for a pass to go to Hell

So I can whip your fucking ass

I hate that I'll never get to say "I hate you" to your face

No coming back from where I'm going

Sky is dark, my soul is black, hand on the shovel

Dig with the blade up, and then I step on the metal

Vendetta to settle, tell the Devil

I'm leaving Heaven (Yeah)

I'm leaving Heaven (You know, I should dig your motherfucking ass up)

Angels won't find me (Just to spit in your fucking face)

Where are you going? (Holding my baby pictures up like you're proud of me)

I'm leaving heaven (Fuck you, bitch)

I'm leaving heaven (You know what? Maybe if I had had you)

Angels won't find me (I wouldn't have went through half the shit I went through, so I blame you)

Where are you going? (Or maybe I should say, "Thank you")

('Cause I wouldn't have been me)

So you better, you better run (Yeah)

You better, you better run (So I'ma let it go now, rest in peace)

You better, you better run (Cocksucker)

You better, you better run (See you in Hell)

• Artist:Eminem
• Album:ic to Be Murdered By