Death of the Space Wizard - Scott Xylo, Udo

Word, word, word

Oh

Uh, melanin melancholy

My black skin dished me a deeper tragedy

I can’t breathe, my lungs tight, it keep reminding me

That I could die at any moment

I’m a victim of a man-made decision

I wasn’t there to hear the doctors tell my parents this is

Not gonna end well, for instance, resistance is just futile in this world anyway

It’s just gonna get you any day

I feel hopeless

It’s like my minds soaked in a black hole where the devil dishes omens

I’m winning when I’m fighting these drug habits

Though I been a high functioning drug addict

Still I make the smile available when wall crashes

For around me my world remains a dull palace

'Cause my imagination takes me out this box

I still cry at times for being dependent on the drugs

My mum keep telling me that everything is God

Then why He make me like this?

Why He give me this?

Why am I so capable but can’t even resist?

My body shuts down each and every other day

Why I still walk in pain even though I pray?

And now I’m faced with these crossroads

Choose spiritual or choose the cold, I bow before the throne

Tears creep down my eyes, it’s harder not to show

So many days of suffering, it’s harder not to woe

Soon it’s my time to go, I wouldn’t change the pain

'Cause the pain gave me hope and loneliness gave me rope

I could have tied it round my neck, but I didn’t, though

I threw it up to heaven and now I need to go

Climb