Lyrics Here with the dead Twiztid

Here with the dead

Far from the place that I feel that I'm more adjacent
And some of the spaces that I'm facing
Better views of amazing greatness
So I pace myself and I'm patient
Humble and layin' bricks just like a mason
With determination, but I'm frustrated (Frustrated)
'Cause everything is faded, am I the one who became jaded
Somewhere in the midst of this shit? It's so beyond complicated (Complicated)
'Cause life is abrasive and full of hatred
So my grit thick and my shit contagious
Amping up my expectations (My expectations)
To fast-forward to destinations
Choosing locations inside my mind
Alive and ecstatic between the situations (Situations)
But short period of time, allowed to shine
Like I'm sacred, they cannot take it
If I stop, is it back to basics? (Back to basics)
Persuasion in games, karma screaming in they faces
Making sure the world knows they'll never replace us (Never replace us)
I'm blasted, who's asking to ride quick?
And fuck fake love when real homies died for this
I'm old school like DL status up on my wrist
From the days that I wrote on the papyrus

Now let me try just again
I'm tryna deal with the situation
And every day it gets harder for me to understand
Seems like I need a solution to all the problems
Plaguing me and taking over again
But I can't see it your way
'Cause most of your eyes are closed
And you'll never see it my way
They'll say I'm dead and ain't got no soul
That's bad, bad, bad, bad
Too bad for me and you're probably right
Sad, so sad, but don't cry for me, I'll be fine
Here with the dead, here with the dead
Here with the dead, here with the dead

I'm the evil incarnate (Evil incarnate)
Riding in cars with humanity's vomit, feeling lethargic
Hiding in bars 'cause I no longer wanted to keep you feeling bizarre
Like I'm a circus performer (Circus performer)
The buzzard flies from other guys that are not important
'Cause I'm the shit from all of the maggots they tried abortin'
You must be snorting, I'm Ralph Kramden, you Ed Nortons
The honeymoon is over at least for the rap portion
Fuck the smoke, I bring the Terrordome like P.E.
Gave me every single word that I wrote on a CD (On a CD)
I'm giving pink slips to dick lips who think this
It's just some internet talk and we don't really eat this (Really eat this)
'Cause all that beef shit was facetious
Facilitated by ignorant pieces of human faces (Human feces)
Or is it feces who deeds these hypocritical lies
From people wanted to beat me
But could never fit in my shoe size

I'm tryna deal with the situation
And every day it gets harder for me to understand
Seems like I need a solution to all the problems
Plaguing me and taking over again
But I can't see it your way
'Cause most of your eyes are closed
And you'll never see it my way
They'll say I'm dead and ain't got no soul
That's bad, bad, bad, bad
Too bad for me and you're probably right
Sad, so sad, you'll cry for me, I'll be fine
Here with the dead

Here with the dead, here with the dead
Here with the dead, here with the dead