Take Me - Jean Grae

Oh lord, I’m having issues, more deep than American missiles

Shooting commuter planes and filing emissions official

I’ve hit depression hard and started to pick at the scabs

From the scar, I’m a mess addressing pain in a bar, I confess

Cause all the rest just mar shit, chest in a cast

Feeling urges just to test out a casket, bless me I’m blasphemous

Jesus pass the fifth, I… have to get lit

Masochist self I’m only half of the health I was born with

(Baby) Save me, take me up high like 'dro

But way far past the stars and the sky

I’m blinding pain like I’m a junkie shooting up with

Emotional novacaine, I’m floating provoking the angels to jump me

In layman’s terms, faith’s been blurred, even early

I scratched crayon in between the holy word I pray on, but still

(Baby) Three gone, and maybe I’m in barren land

God help me, I’m having trouble with your master plan so

(Take Me) the shadows of valleys of death, God

(Take me) when I’m shooting, taking last breaths hard

(Baby) I want to walk through the valleys praying lord

Will you help me, save me God, won’t you tell me, tell me

(Take me) Cause I’m losing my faith, bless me

(Take me) Cause this world just wanna test me

You see this dirty knife on the floor, this chrome nine in my hand

These foul thoughts in my conscious, constantly understand

See we taught to believe if you can touch it and see it, it must

Be real so go believe it.

But I’ve never seen Jesus

I’ve never seen God, so he’s only a thesis

And I’m questioning all these things in my time to depart

I know it’s written suicide is giving hell and devils privilege

Only wicked heathens commit it, sin of ages, well fuck it, bring it!

Lately I’ve been waking early mornings screaming

«Save me,» dreams of seven horsemen chasing Jean, hastening speed

So I’m raising the barrel envisioning marrow

Splashed on the wall and polka dotting all my apparel

And maybe, Ginsu blades through skin will slay

And split thin veins instead of loading clips that spray

And if I’m meant to stay, then I’ll just pass through the gates

And fall a long way back to Earth, so why don’t you just

You can see the pain twist my face from a distance

The body’s windows glistening red hot from all of the indo

Thinking of my next of kinfolk, my mama

Opening doors, crimson billows spread out on the pillows and floor

I gotta block it out.

I’m set on knocking out

Lock and aim and I’m dropping my frame quick when I pop in the brain

And if God’s omnipotent, will he slip in and change

And move the pistol so it shoots out of range and the lead whistles?

(Baby) Maybe he’s just playing;

it’ll ricochet

And cripple me strictly for questioning, give me life to the pain

Sickle-shaped body bent in the middle

So little kids who pass me harass me and giggle

My figure’s itching to touch on the answers

Hard-headed like exotic dancers' nipples

Picturing the bullets ripping the skin on the mantle I’m holding

Pull back and blow the wick right off the candle

Throw a kiss until the world’s out of focus

So now (take me)