Reaper

Heh, heh, heh

Look…

I hear the Reaper callin’ me inside the darkness

How long until they find me dead in my apartment?

Gon’ find my lifeless body laid out on the carpet

Gon’ find my lifeless body laid out on the carpet

I hear the Reaper callin’ me inside the darkness

How long until they find me dead in my apartment?

Gon’ find my lifeless body laid out on the carpet

Gon’ find my lifeless body laid out on the carpet

Lights off, blinds shut, mind stuck, time’s up

Cold fingers on my spine, feel the line cut

Hear the doorknob breathe, metal teeth grind rust

Shadow in the peephole peekin’ when I find trust

Clock tick like a drip, IV in a stone vein

Phone screen glowin’ but it’s dead in the home, mane

Missed calls scroll, all ghosts in the call log

Every text bubble lookin’ like a small morgue

Roaches in the ashtray march in a death line

Couch sagged, same place I flatline next time

Ceiling fan spin like the barrel of a TEC-9

Voices on the wall bleed red in the wet rhyme

I been talkin’ to the pills in the nightstand drawer

Like “which one of y’all brave, wanna open that door?”

Bathroom mirror cracked; see seven of me stare back

One got a rope, one a blade, one a bare strap

Apartment smell like stale hope and old trauma

I got karma in the cabinet, labeled “no tomorrow”

The landlord knock, but the lock been a tombstone

He just hear echoes and a looped dial tone

I hear the Reaper callin’ me inside the darkness

How long until they find me dead in my apartment?

Gon’ find my lifeless body laid out on the carpet

Gon’ find my lifeless body laid out on the carpet

I hear the Reaper callin’ me inside the darkness

How long until they find me dead in my apartment?

Gon’ find my lifeless body laid out on the carpet

Gon’ find my lifeless body laid out on the carpet

Mic still on, but the crowd been evaporated

I been rappin’ to the cracks where the rats been congregatin’

Reaper in a hoodie on the futon, concentratin’

Thumbin’ through my thoughts like a playlist he curated

He like, “play that one where you said you ain’t fear death”

Play it in reverse, hear the scream in the cleared breath

Blood on the rhyme book, pages do a slow flip

Every bar framed like a crime scene close‑up

I taste metal when I bite on my own tongue

Words hang from the ceiling like they died when the song done

Rent late, checkmate, pieces in a wrong game

Bible in the oven with the demons in the propane

Neighbors never see me but they know my surround sound

Hear footsteps pace when the whole body wound down

Hear sink drip, that’s a countdown, drown now

Brain on the wall like I painted my own noun

I see chalk lines traced in my shadow when I walk past

Heart glass, shatter when the dark laugh

Deadbolts talk, say “You locked in a coffin flat”

Corpse on the couch where the nonrefundable deposit at

I hear the Reaper callin’ me inside the darkness

How long until they find me dead in my apartment?

Gon’ find my lifeless body laid out on the carpet