you?re falling down, you?re falling down again I don?t want to be the one to push you down and pull you up again I don?t want to be that way you?re falling down
always a price to pay I don't want to be the one to push you down and pull you up again I don't want to be that way You're falling down, you're falling down
s always a price to pay I don't want to be the one to push you down and pull you up again I don't want to be that way You're falling down, you're falling down
(*talking*) Here ye here ye, come one come all An nigga talking down on the Maab, bound to fall Know I'm saying, Z-Ro the Crooked Representing S.U.C.,
feel it's necessary to blaze Looking at my life as if I wasn't here, why the fuck that picture be so clear Since my nigga died, I done slowed down on
like I'm swallowing mighty bites, while you be nibbling on skittles Cause this city we in, it ain't no such thing as friends And once it comes down to paper, you down
I'm in correctional facilities, living raw sharing a cell with the niggas that I whupped on in the free world but ain't a god damn thing changed I'm still breaking
[Z-Ro] They tell me put the dope down, and it won't hurt no more But the only thing I really seem to understand, is murda mo' They tell me keep my trigga
So niggaz whisper when they mention Machiavelli was my tutor Donald Goines, my father figure Moms sent me to go play with the drug dealers Hits fall
on your punk ass squeezing the bird Now what New York niggas know about country grammar Not much, but we know how to bang them hammers When I pull out that thing, you better break
go down, let me go let me go down alone Let me go down, just let me go down If I?m gonna go down, then just let me go Let me go down, let me go down,
jaded Bottles breaking You're only happy when I'm wasted I point the finger but I just can't place it It feels like I'm falling in love When I'm falling
I'm sittin' on a citadel Contemplating life Making a point to waste my time I'm walking on clouds Of white What if I fall What if I don't What if I
dropping dead And it's all over Say hello, to the clock counting down the seconds The bullets pace, your beating heart point A, point B! Let's see
him, damn Baby you look good you're giving me wood You should pull over like a sweat shirt with a hood [? ] you and me both Break bread while I'm copping
the lies you've been hold When they're breaking your back Bring the last straw to me I turn straw into gold I break chains made of boredom That others
Darkness at the break of noon Shadows even the silver spoon The handmade blade, the child's balloon Eclipses both the sun and moon To understand you know