Artist: Shabazz the Disciple Album: The Vault (Hidden Safiyahz) Song: F-Train (Easter Sunday '88) Typed by: Cno Evil [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]