The glamor of the streets it's a delusion we create for ourselves so that we can say it's okay what I'm doing it's okay because it makes me feel good. The delusion is manifested through the use of illicit drugs and alcohol. We tell ourselves it's okay because I did not fall.Combined with the perks of a young good looking man I'm not feeling grander than Grand. It's a delusion we sing what I'm doing is okay getting paid while I play being intoxicated it's what makes one feel this way. Even with disgusting tragedy at every corner and we continue to tell ourselves what I'm doing is okay. Then comes confinement and sobriety too even in incarceration we do our due . It doesn't stop there not much has changed the neighborhoods become pods the pods neighborhoods neighborhoods become communities we create a world in which we maneuver with ease. Then come freedom and we cast ourselves into bondage again oh life of addiction my mother and father lover and friend. under the influence we sing/say it's okay what I'm doing it's my life I can do what I want hurting those who love us by being so blunt.
[Verse]
Walking pavements laced in lies
Neon lights they blind my eyes
Promises whispered through the night
But it’s a delusion dressed in light
[Chorus]
I’m not falling no not today
Keep telling myself it’s all okay
Get paid to play intoxicate
But my shadow knows the cost I’ve paid
[Bridge]
Youthful charm a fleeting crown
Holding up what’s breaking down
Feeling grander than the ground
But the void is where I’m bound
[Verse 2]
Smoke and mirrors in my veins
Chasing highs to numb the pain
Every breath a fleeting claim
To feeling something in my name
[Chorus]
I’m not falling no not today
Keep telling myself it’s all okay
Get paid to play intoxicate
But my shadow knows the cost I’ve paid
[Verse 3]
Streetlights hum their hollow tune
A lone survivor of the loom
I sing the words that numb the truth
And build my kingdom out of fumes
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