Free Fallin'

If can be honest for a minute
I'm stuck in the middle
One foot on this plane and One in the sky
Dont know if I should grab the parachute or spread my wings and learn to fly
Lately I been floating
Free falling
Swimming through gray clouds
Blindly coping
This is how I feel
Anxiety
I'm a martyr, might fuck around fire me
Strength of 100 men
My mind is the only thing that can tire me
Might retire me
Lesson bells ring my ears
Been fighting for years
Bloodline fought with spears, fought back tears
Boos and jeers
Track meet in the streets
Chased down by bullets
Cover up, face down is my only fear
Talking with myself, have a heart to heart
Galactic being, check the pulse, peep the charts
Doctor who? 199 is what they prescribe me
Rebel of the system, is how they describe me.
All I see are leeches and vampires
Bloodsucker had the nerve to use needles and an iv
I be the captain, take the lead
Can you spell
On my dream team
Goons and goblins give you hell
Wrapped like a mummy
Dark days, it ain't sunny
Throwing penny's in the well
Death plays kiss and tell

Faces in the dark
Ls I'm facing, lit wit a spark
Sitting in the park
Waiting for
You need to know
Im bout blow
Superstar goin supernova
Sparks fly, putting on a show
Yea I'm flexing
Frown on my face from the pain like a fracture, yea im stressin

I'm on another level, at best, your
Moderate

Rewrite the script, so many scribbles, I'm talking doctorate
Movie maker, issa vibe issa vibe
Tryna paint the perfect picture, regardless of the sample size
You see his eyes? My boy is tapped in
Presence in the present is a present, yea in wrapped thin
Making statements at the bank, tryna cash in
Flowers and champagne, rewarded for my action
I feel it in my spirit, I know you hear it
Toed the line too many times, the other side, I dont even fear it
It's a cycle, you are your own rival
I'm pulling strings, look at how I orchestrate my recital
I have to be the man with the plan, keep it cool, like a fan
Till the day I become an idol
You look confused, puzzle pieces
Jeez louise, fake gold jesus pieces
Fake cheddar, chucky cheeses
Cloud surfing on cruise control, that's where I be at
Ima zombie, you giving free brain, lemme see that
Rude little bird dont ask the chef, where the meat at
Its getting fishy, with the jasmine rice
Peas and carrots on the side, looking extra nice
Champagne on ice, take a bite, dim the lights, let's call it a night



Credits
Writer(s): Lathell Powell Iii
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