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Tom Pepe from the KnowMads - Dead Man Walking
DEAD MAN WALKIN'
I've seen (I see) this dead man walkin' down the street
You could hear it out his headphones, knocking to a beat
But the spirit won't let go, talking in my sleep
Got me feeling like a dead man walkin' down the street

Bass and treble so clear, face the devil, no fear
Try and (tryin' to)reach a new level, no bezzles, no beer
Feel success so close and I'm steppin' so near
But I'm drifting like a ghost, hearing whispers in my ear
I could smoke a fat blunt, make it all disappear
I've been sober for a month, longest break in four years
I was driving eyes closed, no change, no gears
Put the throttle to the floor while it rains, don't steer
I just bottled up my pain, acting like I Don't care
Take a bottle to the brain, till my body ain't there
Demons hollerin' my name, dreams swallowed down the drain
And you probably do the same, and one year felt like I lost everything
So hollow, no longer a role model cuz my brother turned six and else he got to follow

But a dead man walkin' down the street
You could hear it out his headphones, knocking to a beat
But the spirit won't let go, talking in my sleep
Got me feeling like a dead man walkin' down the street
Like a dead man walkin' down the street, got me feeling like a dead man walkin' down the street

I don't even know my name, no life is so painful
No one plays nice, but that's just how the game goes
Tryin' to live it right, but I'm seeing no angels
Tryin' to live it right, but look, look
I'm sick of livin' in my head, barely getting' out of bed
My mind clutter, but this beat is like the butter to my bread
I either make it to the top or drop dead in the gutter instead (and stare)
I never really heard what my mother said
I freestyle with the best and never stutter with the lag
Cuz when I write the right bars, they get stuck inside the back of your head
In fact I'm dead already, rappin' like it's mom's spaghetti
The weight lifted, but damn that piano's heavy
And Rand's gifted, thank God that he lets me, ice his beats, call me Lil Wayne Gretzky
Righteous with my knowledge and politics, I'm a lefty
Fresher than commercials, double pits to chesty
I could be the best, but understand that God test me
Learned to be a man, let them blue's and white's arrest me
Askin' how I feel, feel like everybody left me
Lookin' for the real, well I'm in the Northwest (scene might be here instead of seen in the next line...I don't think so though)

Seen a dead man walkin' down the street
You could hear it out his headphones, knocking to a beat
But the spirit won't let go, talking in my sleep
Got me feeling like a dead man walkin' down the street
I don't even know my name, no life is so painful
No one plays nice, but that's just how the game goes
Tryin' to (tryin' to) live it right, but I'm seeing no angels
Tryin' to (tryin' to) live it right, but look, look
I've seen (I see) this dead man walkin' down the street
You could hear it out his headphones, knocking to a beat
But the spirit won't let go, talking in my sleep
Got me feeling like a dead man walkin' down the street