J-Yak - The Fall Out lyrics

I'm awake too late when I don't wanna be/ Still have a hard time finding honesty/ It's honestly hard to write a song for me/ Without 'em learning info on somethin' which I dont wanna speak/ But its hard to be dope, without a note or two/ About the hoes, money, or clothes, thats found quotable/ Minnesota, with cold shoulders on overdose/ Snow that blows, try to take it in, your prone to frozen noses/ Mitosis, mind synched with psychosis/ My fault tho, never made the wise choices/ Dried voice, my boys, told me slow down/ Wish I woulda known how, when they said to throw down/ The gloves, love and d**, its all shrubbery/ Artificial bliss, corrupts that in front of me/ No company 'round to see me struggling/ Uttering curses under his breathe, d**h, another thing/ I don't dread about, mind told me let it out/ 'Stead a metaphorically pennin' lyrics, I read it out loud/ With a tall shout, growing balls now, small crowd/ Still my pen to the pad, it falls out/ (Hook) First line I wrote down, was all out/ From there I knew i'd let it falll out/ Some things to good, to not talk 'bout/ And some schemes to mean to not chalk out, so I/ Let it fall out, in the face of doubt, or faceless shouts, it fallls out/ Balls out, for you, its all doubt, all they every talk bout is whether or not he'll fall out, so I let it falll out/ I've got a past with things I never talk about/ Things I maybe should have told my doc aboutt/ Cottonmouth king, things I rrhmyed about/ Were way too hard to swallow for me, I had to cough em out/ Probably why they say I'm deep, to a level/ Heat to a kettle, see mystique in the devil/ Hit my peak, I was weak, when I speak, still I tremble/ Pedals creek, on the steep, set of streets, where I mellowed/ Hello Hell, our gelled cells are felt seldom/ But when I feel it, His healing is really less helping/ Stress melts the pelt thats all around him/ My eyes closed so tell me whats the outcome/ Is God out for me, or alchemy?/ The reason that im leaving, were about to seee/ No doubt from me, I back out the bout indeed/ So Lord tell me whats the route for me, ya see../ First line I wrote down, was all out/ From there I knew i'd let it falll out/ Some things to good, to not talk 'bout/ And some schemes to mean to not chalk out, so I/ Let it fall out, in the face of doubt, or faceless shouts, it falls out/ Balls out, for you, its all doubt, all they every talk bout is whether or not he'll fall out, so I let it falll out/ Let it fall out, in the face of doubt, or faceless shouts, it fallls out/ Balls out, for you, its all doubt, all they every talk bout is whether or not he'll fall out, so I let it falll out/ Believe in the ressurection of people/ Presence of ghosts, and uncorrectional evil/ Equal are the good-doers, still they only focus/ Negatively on the torture that he could do us/ Could prove us, like he did with Pearl Harbor/ Hiroshima, Nagasaki, Nazi Regime/ Hate for Islamics, or fighter pilots goin at/ Kamikaze, The Stazi, and al-Qaddafi/ God knows, I'm way too heated to stop me, so watch/ Facebook, there's just too much to share wit ya/ Can't Tweet it in 140 characters/ Its terrible, tryna fit a facade/ Unbearably Hard, dropping this art, I trust God/ He must not respond, from busstops with rhymes/ To plush-pocket lines, it's time, I tell Ozzy/ Let the beat drop, and fall, and I'll copy All my Walls drop, like bars over the Floppy/