Midnight Mooring III: 12 Reasons To Die (Cassette Version)

Yo Honcho I've been this emo rap thing the last two joints man Time to get some shit off my chest Clock strikes 12 It's time to count down Yo If time's all we have... it's a social construct Sometimes you need down time, sometimes our times up Every second counts because it's formulaic But it's easier to think before I speak than to say it Dark clouds keep my head in a dark place Until my explosions build up like an arms race I guess death inherently keeps you moving Even though my grandpas dead... I still wonder how he's doing The heart dies but time is limitless We try increments but no one knows what that minute is I guess death is certain, I read the pamphlets We all live and die under different circumstances I've tried to cope but it's easy when I'm arrogant Blaming myself, when there's no way to prepare for this Dead at 85...I hope I get the same length of time But I'll probably die due to carelessness Everyone says, "I'm sorry for your loss" But there's so much to gain, can't hold back the pain The clock strikes 12, midnight dwindles "Life's a bitch, and than you die..." it's just that simple One last breath, two parents by your side Three eras of law, four if my brother tries Category fives, six feet under Happy hour by 7 but you're my 8th wonder Clocked in at 9, sometimes you took 10 The eleventh hour, I'll never see you again I'm midnight mooring, it's time to tell time 24 hours a day, 12 reasons to die I watched my grandpa speak French with my Grandma Alice He had a strong grip even when his hands were calloused One kidney, surgical bypasses He never went to church... I always thought he was Catholic He taught my dad to be more patient Sometimes you don't have to say much to have a conversation Never spoke out of turn... I remember still "Mill Bingo is my bag" became "Bingo is my bag Mill" Favorite ice cream - "no fucking strawberry" Belly by Dunkin' Donuts filled with that rasp-jelly Loved watching tv...got lost in the glare I'm surprised the grim reaper got him out of his chair Still a lot to gain, can't hold back the pain Whether I'm Owen DRENT... Claude's still my middle name The clock strikes 12, it's time to go to sleep Au revoir Claude Lefebvre... may you Rest In Peace One last breath, two parents by your side Three eras of law, four if my brother tries Category fives, six feet under Happy hour by 7 but you're my 8th wonder Clocked in at 9, sometimes you took 10 The eleventh hour, I'll never see you again I'm midnight mooring, it's time to tell time 24 hours a day, 12 reasons to die