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