Dead man walking down the street

I seen this dead man walking down the street,
You can hear it out my headphones knocking to a beat,
But my spirit won't let go talking in my sleep,
Got me feeling like a dead man walking down the street.

Bass and Treble so clear,
Face the Devil no fear,
Trying to reach another level,
No Bezels nor beer,
Feel success so close,
Stepping so near,
Drifting like a ghost,
Hearing whispers in my ear,
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 the reins don't steer.

I just bottle up my pain,
Act as if I don't care,
Demons hollering my name,
Dreams swallowed down the drain,
Plus all you people don't care.

You probably do the same in year,
Felt like I lost everything but everything was clear.
So hallowed, no longer a role-model,
Who would want to follow a dead man walking down the street?

I don't even know my name cause life is so painful.
No-one plays nice but that's just how the world goes,
I try to do right but I don't believe in angels,
Plus I'm sick of living in my head,
Barely getting out of bed,
My mind clutters but my heart and fingers are like butter to bread.


I either make it back up to the top,
Or remain at the bottom of the gutter,
I always try to free-style with the best,
Cause when I write a rhyme it gets stuck in the back of your head.
Yes I'm a lefty, double pits to chesty,
I know I'm not the best,
Why do you all test me?
Ask me how I feel,
Feels like everybody left me,
Just like a dead man walking down the street.