Leaving Heaven Lyrics – Eminem
In “Leaving Heaven,” Eminem reflects on his success and what turned him into the man he is today. Accompanied by a soulful chorus by Skylar Grey, Eminem raps of his extreme resilience after being thrown “in the deep end” by the cards life dealt him, over a triumphant beat with intense drums. He also talks about his father who abandoned him when Em was a toddler. His father passed away on June 26, 2019.
| Song Name : | Leaving Heaven |
| Album / Movie : | Music to Be Murdered By |
| Singer : | Eminem |
| Music Label : | Aftermath Entertainment, Shady Records, and Interscope Records |
| Cast : | Eminem |
Yeah (I knew this day was coming)Sometimes, you gotta come back down (it’s all going to hell now, man)Stoop to someone’s level (yeah)
Five dozen, flies buzzin’ over your headCall me the Grim Reaper, sleep is my cousinYou dead to me now and I’ma be the last face you see‘Fore you die cussin’ (yep)My eye a tiger’s and I’m a survivor so I will rise up and (what?)Be triumphant ’cause when I’m looking at my legacy (leg, I see)Bunch of dogs tryna dry hump itLike Triumph The Puppet, so I’m like, “Fuck it”Pile the carnage up ’til its so high, it’s touching the skyLet ’em all line up and attackSingle filing up in the stackCall ’em toy soldiers (yeah)‘Cause they just wind up on their backsNow the sky’s nothing but blackBut I am not coming back, I done told yaI told the woke me to go to sleepBut still, they keep on provoking meThey’re hoping to see me completely broken emotionallyBut how in the fuck am I not supposed to be wokeWhen these fuckers just keep poking me? Now
I’m leaving HeavenI’m leaving HeavenAngels won’t find meWhere I am going
I’ve been down, kickedLike around six thousand times since I was a kidAs a child, picked on, clownedCountless times I’ve been outedGotta remind myself of it every now and then (yeah)So the route I went’s self-empowermentIn a hole, taught myself how to get out of itAnd balance it with talents, wit‘Cause life is like a penny (life is like a penny)‘Cause it’s only one percentWho overcome the shit they’ve underwentI went AWOL like what my back was up againstDon’t tell me ’bout struggle, bitch, I lived itI was five or six the first time I got my hind end kickedMalcolm, Isaac, and Boogie jumped me and took my tricycleAnd I don’t know if I would call that white privilege, yeahBut I get it, how it feels to be judged by pigmentBesides getting it from both sides of the tracksBut I swore I’d get them backEven if it meant selling my soul to get revenge and (what?)Thought of a scheme and it got me to thinkingIf I can believe in myself, I could prolly achieve itThat’s part of the reason I do all my talking with inkAnd as long as I’m breathing I vow to smother and beat themA God but a heart of a demon, go at ’em and I’ma get evenLike I’m in the Garden of Eden, I’m ’bout to go off of the deep endThis evil is calling, I’m already seething and
I’m leaving HeavenI’m leaving HeavenAngels won’t find meWhere I am going
Okay, so while Macklemore was keeping his room nice and neat (yeah)I was getting my ass beat twice a week (what?)Looking for a place for the night where I could sleepFlippin’ sofa cushions over just tryin’ to seeIf I could find some change and scrape up for a bite to eatIf Denaun and me find a couple dimes a pieceTwenty five cents each’d get us a bag of chipsWe’d be glad to get that even we if we had to splitWe’d do backward flips, looking back at itI think that would fit with the definition of not having shitCouple that with the fact my mother was batshitPop was a sack of shit, yeah, he died, but I gave half a shitYeah, which brings me back to the dear old dad that I zero hadSince a year-old, forty-seven year-old scabJust to hear them words, ear piercingLike my earlobe stabbed with a needle for an earringShould I feel upset? You were dead to me ‘fore you diedMe? Tear no shedShould I have made a mural at your funeral?Had your coffin draped with a hero’s flag?Where the fuck you were atWhen De’Angelo done hurt me real bad at the Rio Grande?Never met your grandkids, fucking cowardOnly gut you had was from your stomach fatI couldn’t see your ass goin’ to HeavenSo I’m asking for a pass to go to HellSo I can whip your fucking assI hate that I’ll never get to say “I hate you” to your faceNo coming back from where I’m goingSky is dark, my soul is black, hand on the shovelDig with the blade up, and then I step on the metalVendetta to settle, tell the Devil
I’m leaving Heaven (yeah)I’m leaving Heaven (you know, I should dig your motherfucking ass up)Angels won’t find me (just to spit in your fucking face)Where I am going (holding my baby pictures up like you’re proud of me)I’m leaving heaven (fuck you, bitch)I’m leaving heaven (you know what? Maybe if I had had you)Angels won’t find me (I wouldn’t have went through half the shit I went through, so I blame you)Where I am going (or maybe I should say, “Thank you”)(‘Cause I wouldn’t have been me)
So you better, you better run (yeah)You better, you better run (so I’ma let it go now, rest in peace)You better, you better run (cocksucker)You better, you better run (see you in Hell)