Fierce arrow We may not grow at all Torn up shoes Our plan with no control But I feel these times Where I may be losing it Like an imbecile I'm stuck in bottomland fields If we're opposed Then I'll leave it to your faith Can't belong I'm not fit, I mean, too low The corridors Where you pray for carrying on I might be wrong You're making this to show off Just when I walk by I'm looking down at all cost Remember this sign I was looking down at all cost ? A mourning of a moment I missed