Life Crumbling

Life crumbling, life crumbles, so I’m hustling Life humbling, Most High, where’s my punishment? Nine years old, Gorilla Zoe was my sustenance Great like an ape, keep monkey bars in my jungle gym Black excellence, half pessimist, half passion. Cash exodus. My severance back tracking Ooh wee, what’s that smell? I wreak havoc I fall short and ignore my sleep habits But ask me if these girls are down to go? Proceed. Ask me if give these niggas work? Indeed. Recruit another zip, forget responsibilities When you lost inside the trees, mane, it’s very hard to leave When my Pawpaw died, I never made the time to grieve Just made them payday loans so my rent could be relieved Candied yams and collard greens and a faucet full of greed. Yeah, my life in disarray, don’t you follow in my lead But if you please... Life crumbling, life crumbles, now I’m tumbling Dark sipping, now I struggle with light stumbling Intercourse, then pillow talk, our minds bubbling Not another rapper with dreads who likes mumbling Mad tumbling, bag fumbling opportunities Stomach rumble ‘cause no money—this isn’t new to me Diamond in the rough, but the earth don’t need no more jewelry Got a text from Diamond, she trying to fix the mutiny First of all, we dealt with all the Tom foolery Pray Yahweh still make a way to make a newer me Cafe by Johnson Hall, it’s where the crew would be Planning out the music, no tutelage, just some youth with dreams My career goals on a truancy Anxiety’s language: I speak it fluently The main drug I smoke is called “Jalan Veasley” Yeah, I’m addicted to doing me As the sun rise, ‘round and round the world revolve Not my final form, so I’m waiting to evolve If you talking shit, I’m quick to get South involved ‘Cause when you add it up, we popping like some adderal Only real niggas last. You fake niggas? Last! Let my fire burn, and nigga, that’s my word to Jas Praying I don’t spaz, and I ain’t got no gas Road to success and hoping I don’t.... Life crumbling, life altering, I’m faltering God’s alter, I bend down, I might talk to him Same pastor, same message that he’s vomits If you say the word, “faith” one more time, I holler And rupture your esophagus. You know hard this is? When your own blood judge you by accomplishments And you the one who’s ‘posed to bring astonishment And you the one they chose to wear the omnitrix I’ve been Tennessee’s, latest new example Of a lonely soul who flees 10 piece with the fries, but I could never spread my wings. Main thing missing; It’s the thing which brings me peace. It’s the only thing I need, it’s: ‘Cause I’m nobody! Who are you? Are you... nobody, too? Then there’s a pair of us...