Catch Me

Sometimes I sit and I ponder What happens after we're gone? Does our spirit live on? Or does it cut to black and we're done? I often think about Andre And what he wrote for his Momma On that leak song from DONDA So I smoke weed and I wander Through the woods and I wonder Would someone like me go to Heaven? I've always been codependent on substances So depressing Been too afraid to ask someone for help So I write about mental health Hoping someone will decode the message I've been spiraling downward I don't know where to stop I've been trying to grab branches But they keep on breaking off I just pray somebody's there To catch me when I fall Cause I don't think I'll stick the landing Man it would be nice, but I don't expect anyone to catch me I would hate to hurt them from the impact of my crashing And if my life flashes will I be meeting the maker of magic? Or will I be sent to burn to ashes? Damn it I want to believe that there's a place At least a simulation Where we can see the faces That we haven't seen and it hurts Since they had to leave this Earth Why is death the only thing that has to be certain? Because I've been spiraling downward I don't know where to stop I've been trying to grab branches But they keep on breaking off I just pray somebody's there To catch me when I fall Cause I don't think I'll stick the landing