The Gatekeeper

Woke up in a strange place, quarter to 11:00

Try to get my sched' together, get me up at 7:00

Try to lift my head because I had a lot of questions

But I just shift instead because I had a lot of Evan

Muster up the courage just to raise my weary dome

Looking up to realize that this isn't really home

The walls are black and bare, the ceiling is chrome

The room is sans air, it's a really weird zone

Get up off my ass, got my benders on a hat trick

Try to make my bed but I ain't resting on a mattress

It was a locked door so I did something drastic

The structure was poor: a thin, ugly lattice installed in the floor

A real strange choice

Was the only way out then some creaks made noise

Fell into a panic, heard a real hoarse voice

Said, "sorry for the scare, now go into the void"

Deduced it to a dream, gave the floor door a stare

Thought I'd take it in steps like a four-door repair

Broke through the structure and found a couple stairs

First I was here and then I was there

Was quite a lot of steps, the dark got darker

When I reached the end, I found a permanent marker

Next to a pad with a word for a starter

The word was "check-in" with a hyphen for a parter

It seemed like it would be a list on the page

The paper ain't new and there isn't any names

"Is this a lucid dream? Can I play my own game?"

Before I got an answer, a man came to frame

Flipped a light switch and the darkness fled

He took his hat off, started talking, and said

"If you want out, gotta take my test or I'll rip your heart out

Will you take my bet?

Think about your move, deliberate the sitch

And if you pass, please don't immediately snitch

For I'm the Gatekeeper, many times I give this pitch

But no one ever passed, isn't that a bitch?"

The room illuminates and I can see the hearts of many

Some are all alone and some are very plenty

Some are wearing Asics and some are wearing Fenty

They all my favorite rappers so I won't take this gently

Don't know if I'm confident or don't want this death

I look into his eyes and say that I accept

He nods his heavy noggin and takes a deep breath

Asks, "what's the difference between the heart and the head?"

I ask if this is it, am I supposed to learn a lesson?

He said, "hurry up, man, you've got ten seconds"

But I couldn't tell, should've listened to my brethren

Shit, maybe this is Hell or maybe this is Heaven

It's been three years since that time hit its start

I clicked off my peers, set fire to my heart

It bled into my art, into my life, into my dreams

Now I know just what it means to be a victim of The Gatekeeper

The life is but a dream

Lucid dreams on the conveyor belt

Conveyor belt grease

Lucid dreams on the conveyor belt, conveyor belt