Feel it in the Air
Mac Lethal Lyrics

Sick of February, I can tell you that
I'm exhausted and fed up with the month of February

This is just a quick song I made today
I created this song spontaneously today

In the living room
I made this song in the comfort of my own home

And I got friends asking me
My friends are constantly questioning me

"What's with all the tragedy?
They wonder why I focus on sad themes

This is not the way it has to be"
They believe there are alternative ways to express myself

I'm glad to be a part of
I'm grateful for being involved in

All the black and white photos
The nostalgic memories captured in old photographs

My family has taken all the songs
Songs that hold deep meaning for my family

Yes I know those it gets intense on my soul
I'm aware that those songs evoke strong emotions within me

Don't you take it from me Judas
I won't let anyone betray me like Judas

I feel so fucking naked in my music
My music exposes my vulnerability and truth

But I cannot survive if I lied to
Authenticity is crucial for my survival

The public and I shelled my heart
I revealed my deepest emotions to the public

Last time I tried I fell apart
My previous attempt at love or connection resulted in failure

I fell in love with a
I developed romantic feelings for

Goddess more arrogant than modest
A woman who possessed confidence and pride

And the oddest part about it
The strangest aspect of it all

Was it turned so toxic
Our relationship became extremely unhealthy

Ripped up the pictures
We tore apart the memories we once shared

Nothing personal it's war
Our breakup became a battle, devoid of personal feelings

But every Facebook tag of us
Every mention or reminder of us on social media

Hurts a little more
Increases the pain I feel

And every anniversary I'm sore
Each anniversary of our relationship causes emotional pain

Pain to the fullest
I experience pain to its maximum extent

Chamber the pain like I chambered the bullet
I hold onto my pain like I load a bullet into a gun

That I put in my revolver fucking
Metaphorically placing a loaded gun inside my revolver

Aimed and I pulled it
Intentionally directing my pain towards myself

I'm trying to pretend this winter
I'm attempting to deceive myself during this cold season

Ain't been the coldest
By denying its severity, I believe it hasn't been the harshest

But I can feel it in the air
Deep down, I sense the melancholy atmosphere

There's something about February
The month of February holds a certain significance

That drains everybody
It exhausts and depletes everyone's energy

And if I die, play Wu Tang at my funeral
In the event of my death, please play Wu Tang Clan music during my funeral

Trust me though, my life's been beautiful
Despite everything, I assure you my life has been filled with beauty

What a coincidence that those words rhyme
It's interesting how those words happened to rhyme

But you were dead before me if
You were emotionally dead long before I was

You ever once closed your mind
If you ever refused to open your mind

To the possibilities of life
To the endless opportunities life offers

On far away planets
In distant realms of the universe

The universe is way bigger than Kansas
The cosmos is much larger than the state of Kansas

Chatin' with the phantoms
Engaging in conversations with ghosts or illusions

Sleeping with the white ghost
Resting alongside a spectral presence

Walk into the war zone
Entering a hostile and chaotic environment

Lean against the light post
Finding support against a lamp post

I dedicate this song to Chad Stuart
I offer this song as a tribute to Chad Stuart

A childhood friend that died
A friend from my youth who passed away

A couple days ago
Recently, just a few days prior

One day I'll shout your name on the radio
I hope to honor you by mentioning your name on the radio someday

I'm an atheist
Personally, I do not believe in the existence of a deity

But I promise your an angel though
However, I acknowledge and assure you are like an angel

I hang below the stars and the statuses
Metaphorically, I exist beneath the celestial bodies and social hierarchies

I pass a fist, but I'm a pacifist
I encounter aggression, but I am a believer in non-violence

And that's the reason I don't have a hit
My refusal to conform to mainstream trends prevents me from having a popular song

But at least I have my fans and
At least I am grateful for my dedicated supporters and

The ability to always be passionate
My capacity to consistently express enthusiasm

I will not relax a bit
I refuse to become complacent

And I can feel it in the air
I can sense it in my surroundings and intuition