[Intro: Shabazz the Disciple]
Yeah... out of body experience
People ask me why I write, the way I write
So spiritual, seems I feel like I'm a spirit
[Shabazz the Disciple]
Yo, it's been an out of body experience, ever since
The night I almost died on the train, still in suspense
Like I was made immortal through the portals of the game of the one
Who have prepared for way of my escape
Keeping hearing clicks from that empty barrel
Probably my karma for sticking niggas for jewelry and apparel
I used to be scared of death, til I stared at death
Looking down the barrel, eye to eye with my angel of death
He pulled the trigger, I jerked, feel like my spirits left
Seem like my final moment, but I was spared a breath
From that moment, everything was slow motion, that's when
I felt like I was hovering a murder scene, watching it happen
All I could remember is Pucci head laying in a puddle
The doors open, it forced me off the train, I ran through the tunnel....
When I got home, I felt like a virtual human
Next day, the homicides tried to blame me for all the shootings
[Chorus: Shabazz the Disciple]
Out of body exprerience...
Out of body experience...
[Shabazz the Disciple]
We running through that tunnel, Acley was bleeding and in pain
Caught one in the forearm, we hit the platform, hopped on the next train
Smith & 9th, mad police was rushing up the escalator
They found Pucci at Delancey Street, nine stops later
The shit was all over the news that he got shot in the head
And everybody thought that I was who was dead
We reached the projects, I went straight to the ave, looking for Shakim
Thinking to myself, they might of shot him
They didn't, Michelle told me that he called from the precint
Looking for me, to my crib's where the police went
She said Joe the Boss is in the house where he got shot and stabbed
In the shoulder, we left the ave and walked two blocks over
Brought Acley home, going upstairs, click, still hear it
Walk through the door, my family look like they saw a spirit
We just hugged, they started crying, it was a deep fear
All that I keep hearing, echoes of Pucci mother wearing
Sat in the precint for a week, telling my story
Felt like I passed away and I was a soul waiting in purgatory
In handcuffs, they split me and all of my mans up
Trying to get them to testify against me, put them grams up
[Chorus]
[Shabazz the Disciple]
Either I passed away on that train and left my body
Or my wicked spirits were cast away and hit so Godly
My faith was tested severly ever since I was young
God's the supreme, that's crucifying to his chosen sons
Why everytime I almost died, it was on Easter Sunday
Why was my breath spared that night on that fucking subway
Why often praises, run the headline that's subway gunplay
Nobody knows the pain I feel, maybe they will one day
My lift was written already like it was prophecized
Everyday's a page in the bible, deep like the prophets lives
Pass through the pearly gate portal, sort of immortilized
Feel like I'm in the spiritual world and we already died
Am I reincarnation of my next life or that train shit ain't happen yet
It was a dream, in my past life
I think I really died that night, cuz ever since my lift
Feel like it's an out of body experience
[Chorus 2X]
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