Never Fallin'

lift your spirits up

damn i know this shit is tough

i flunked in high school

my pops he left me young

i often lost my cool

days i feel my mama's gun

i lost my only son

when my girl she almost died

a bad abortion haunted by a baby's eyes

and every reason lies

cause you know the truth inside

you're feeling like a coward

like the wrong person died

but still you gotta ride

let the years pass em by

never really knowing why

no questions why i'm always high

down down down

never falling down

down down down

never falling down

look

we slipping and sliding

808 big riding

servin' rocks

balling while they conquering and dividing

teeth glistening shining

listening to ourselves lying

believe in a bleedin' ego still trying

identifying with the why and the whats

self hatin is the scars and the cuts that

run deep down

not giving a fuck

behind the sweet sound of the new blues

rattling the truck full of sun roof to new shoes

chrome

neglecting the home

disrespecting the zone

that Sankofa should of shown us

looking back before the time that they owned us

but never really owned a damn thing the spirit

sounded like

down

never falling down down down

never fallin down

i'm hella irresponsible

and possibly the cause

of the my subsequent downfall

now I take a pause

and reflect on my karma

and laws i've ignored

all the signs that could cause

a turn and redirect my preferred

course of action

before the curse of my ashes

the rehabilitation of the baddest on the planet

will set a mark a milestone of progress

the life changing tones of my heart

and soul mean the most

learning voices be the search

and exhume all the skeletons

a room full of demons with an angel as a prisoner

she's tortured for the visitors

the listeners who read between the lines

and stay inquisitive to dissect these sentences

down

never falling down down down

never falling down

last night i took a field trip

kind of bent, hopped a fence

cut across a playground

and lay down in a cemetery

reflecting on my past present and current events

speech slurring out venting to the moon

or course she was answering me

not literal

but in the spiritual sense

we spoke me myself and i

but i wasn't alone

in fact it felt that picture of a beach with footprints

in the sand

you know the poem hanging

in grandmamas home

where does love come from?

where does it go when its gone

what takes its place

and why does that space turn

hard as stone

another year i am older today

in many ways i've grown

but in my head

them questions still they roam

riding a bike

she said its like cycling in circles

with your eyes closed

no hands blind faith is what she called it man

said life's an ocean with a lot of commotion

once you dive, and ya its deep

but if you could swim it ain't mattering

down

never falling down down down

never falling down

down down down

never falling down.