Falling
Falling
Falling in the dust on the ground
A way to explain with hip hop beats in my brain
Staying up late at night just chilling with a flame
This is a roll up so what's the hold up
A fly by night explosion with a tear in my eye
Does this come at a big enough surprise
Born in the hood doing no good
Washing dishes for a living
No more remorse nor any forgiving
All my home boys in the street
I sprang a brand new leak
A tender moment like a rose
Up your nose with a rubber hose
Sugar is sweet like a scent of the honey
Getting you broke with no more money
Skipping jump rope playing spades
Having it made in the shade
Act you age
We only go this way once so we must be proud
Having a nine to your head wake up late falling dead
Success in life is very sweet and appealing to the eye
A quaint way to greet a passerby
Still I'm falling but I can't get up
I a world torn with violence what's the hold up
Shallow lies no surprise must we fall prey to those wicked lies
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