| Down
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| Never falling down, down, down
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| Ever falling down
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| Never falling down, down, down
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| Ever falling down
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| Even if I was blindsided by mack trucks
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| In the side street, in the alley way, in a foreign city
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| I’d still make it back home
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| On a highway
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| No bulletins no street signs, no other cars, no radio, no satellite
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| I’d still make it back home
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| Connected to the universe like a string of lights on the holiday
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| If one’s out doesn’t mean demise of all who roam the stome
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| Feel the earth char with the fire water and sky under his home under his toes,
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| under his flows, under his belt
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| It’s the Brian who sets the tones
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| I never regret the way canals of birth shot me forth on my feet Not my fins,
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| I am a man to finish it out
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| Don’t forget gravity laws
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| Only thing keeping me from flight
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| Wings of space, infinite night
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| Down the spiral not in sight
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| Down
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| Never falling down, down, down
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| Ever falling down
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| Great there is no father
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| It’s her and her offspring
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| Nobodys offering help, skin ain’t softening
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| Acts chopped to the ankles, her babies coughing
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| Maybe the check will come today, the wait’s exhausting
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| She’s the pillar so, she can’t be tilted
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| Give her sons
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| The feeling as though, they got a million to blow
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| Need no stilts to reach the stars
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| Teach the kids to reach with their heads
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| And they each will be yours
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| I give a piece of me for her to have a piece of mind
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| Or a piece of your chicken 'cause it’s ramen all the time
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| She’s thin and getting scared but she never lets on
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| Many men will not fall cause their mama’s head strong
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| Down
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| Never falling down, down, down
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| Ever falling down
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| Pick your feet on up
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| Why don’t you get on up
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| Lift your spirits up
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| Damn I know this shit is tough
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| I flunked in high school
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| My pops he left me young
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| I often lost my cool days, I feel my mama’s gun
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| I lost my only son
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| When my girl she almost died
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| Had abortion haunted by a babies eyes
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| And every reason lies
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| Cause you know the truth inside
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| You’re feeling like a coward, like the wrong person died
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| But still you gotta ride
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| Let the years pass 'em by
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| Never really knowing why
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| The question’s why I’m always high
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| Down
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| Never falling down, down, down
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| Ever falling down
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| Down, down, down
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| Ever falling down
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| Look
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| We slipping and sliding
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| 808 kick riding
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| Serving rocks, balling, while they conquering and dividing
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| Teeth glistening shining
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| Listening to ourselves lying
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| Believe in a bleeding ego, still trying
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| Identifying with the why and the whats
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| Self hating is the scars and the cuts that run deep down
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| Not giving a fuck behind the sweet sound of the new blues
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| Rattling the truck from the sun roof to new shoes
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| Chrome
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| Neglecting the home
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| Disrespecting the zone
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| That Sankofa should of shown us
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| Looking back before the times that they owned us
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| But never really owned a damn thing that spirit sounding like
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| Down
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| Never falling down, down, down
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| Ever falling down
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| I’m hella irresponsible, I’m possibly the cause
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| Of my subsequent downfall
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| Now a take a pause and reflect on my karma and laws
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| I’ve ignored all the signs that could cause
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| A turn and redirect my preferred
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| Course of action, before the curse of my actions
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| The rehabilitation of the baddest on the planet
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| Will set a mark, a mile stone of progress
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| The life changing tones of why heart and soul mean the most
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| Learning voices be the search and exume all my skeletons
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| A room full of demons where the angel was a prisoner
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| She’s tortured for the visitors
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| The listeners who read between the lines
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| And stay inquisitive to dissect these sentences
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| Down
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| Never falling down, down, down
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| Ever falling down
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| Last night I took a field trip
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| Kind of bent, hopped a fence
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| Cut across a playground and laid down in the cemetery
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| Reflecting on my past, present, and current events
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| Speech slurring venting to the moon I swear she was answering me
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| Not literal, but in the spiritual sense
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| We spoke me, myself, and I, but I wasn’t alone
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| In fact it felt that picture of a beach with footprints and the sand
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| You know the poem hanging in grandmama’s home
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| Where does love come from?
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| Where does it go when it’s gone?
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| What takes its place?
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| And why does that space turn hard as stone?
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| Another year I am older today
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| In many ways I’ve grown
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| But in my head them questions still they roam
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| Riding the bike she said it’s like cycling in circles
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| With your eyes closed
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| No hands blind faith is what she called it man
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| Said life’s an ocean with a lot of commotion
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| Once you dive in, yeah it’s deep
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| But if you could swim it ain’t mattering
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| Down
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| Never falling down, down, down
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| Ever falling down
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| Down, down, down
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| Ever falling down
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| Down |