Blu aka Godlee Barnes - Freefall lyrics

[Intro] Trying to to stay safe Trying to brace my soul The place got cold My face got old Living the type of fables that Aesop told [Hook] God bless the child that can hold his own But I, ain't the child that can hold his own Ooh child I'll be holding on Trying to smile but my road is long [Verse 1] f** it, I'm frustrated Like I was once slated for greatness The sun faded, my faith is the one fated That rain is fickle ain't it My pain, nickel plated Remains guns blazing My brain is the one haven I have A dumb state when I laugh A young slave to the wrath of the crumbs laid in my path Now my belly is full A rebellious fool Selling myself a sense of self became the deadliest tool My plans giving me doubt I can't figure me out There's a man digging me outta my grave like "n***a, we out" I slapped his hand to dig deeper Greeted the grim reaper Fraternized with the crypt keeper Lit a stiff spliff then I sniffed ether I felt dizzy 'til misery left me Visibly gets me in the mood for Dizzy Gillespie Blowing a trumpet from a treetop, that bebop My plots too thick to let my seed drop And I ain't talking weed crop Thieves spotted my weakness by eavesdropping So peep this but please caution My knees, they freeze often My mind invested pride My hearts a nest that died Lily pads in a shark infested tide I put my stress aside, leaping in faith What an infectious ride Once the vibe died All I had left was regrets inside Level of debts greet my pockets with tourettes So obnoxious with these threats Many projects to address Best case scenario, turn a profit with the press Then broadcast the life Ain't a box of chocolates, I confess A box of chess pieces Adopted a fresh thesis They doctored the flesh of Jesus in these illustrations A true set of blue eyes Blonde hair and blue skies To empathize with a n***a who never grew wise I act my shoe size but still remain soulful Cannot complain if I can still remain soulful [Hook] [Verse 2] I tried to be a good n***a But f** it I stood quicker By dipping the cross I carried inside of a wood chipper Sniffing the sawdust like lines of yayo Sits on my brain like a halo Bay bro moshed in my rainbow Used to get riled up Gotta switch my style up And gallop until the sun set It's pleasing to my palette What am I living for Cause I ain't living, lord If knowledge is wealth, then damn, I've been living poor To be completely frank I fell so far that I should deeply thank Those that kept it discreet, cause indeed he sank Without an anchor my angst Was ankle weight for my pace for producing these tapes Strictly based on the sh** that I faced My ink was linked to my peace I'm on the brink of relinquishing sheets of loose leaf That speak to my peeps Holla if you hear me And drop a dollar if you're near me We gon' tie it to the church of us sinners Cause God I'm weary [Hook]