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(uh yea)
  you know it’s rip to getting better, my people tote 9, 45 that gone leave em wet up, i made a name bought a chain an got my bread up, an when it rained i bathed in puddles, shout out to my mom an sisters they the reason i keep my head up, cause it’s like everyday it feels like i’m at war wit the devil. so when this pain hit my brain i gotta express it an explain it on a different level. 
   i let my scars be my storyteller, i got this from a letter ( don’t let them know they getting to you even if you let em), but i guarantee you see these wounds when the lights hit em they shining bright like some flashy bezel. 
    i can’t trip when these people try an change  up, cause i know that not everybody gone have the time to explain or make it out from where they came from, my momma saying son this world gets dangerous, you ain’t the only one who’s flexing all these bangers, ain’t no one here to save you(from falling)
(falling) can you catch me before i land. who gone call i when shi hit the fan. baby can you tell me when you save me cause sometimes i can’t explain on who i am, i need some safety cause there’s no more land. (so just catch before i start) 
(falling) (falling) before i start falling again….
  you know it’s rip to getting better, my people tote 9, 45 that gone leave em wet up, i made a name bought a chain an got my bread up, an when it rained i bathed in puddles, shout out to my mom an sisters they the reason i keep my head up, cause it’s like everyday it feels like i’m at war wit the devil. so when this pain hit my brain i gotta express it an explain it on a different level i’m covering my scars wit this fantasy bezel..

pain,strong piano, heavy saxophone,rap,hip hop, trap