Fall Apart - Dels

A fool said I’m off white to saturate my blackness

Got my features from my mother

And my heart is where my Dad is

As the world turns and spins on it’s axis

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t confused as a youth

All of that madness

Religion clashing with science as I feel to seek the truth

Rasta said seek Zion, ride the iron lion too

Towards a gold light, where the paradise looms

Then he asked me for a lighter and started sparking up a zoot

I’m tired got my third eye in a slumber

It’s blood shot red, it’s like we’re dead slipping under

Feel the hunger, can’t nothing stop these stomach pains

It’s growling louder than a neon bear on a Summers Day

As it’s prey escapes and evades with no trace

Pick up the flow pace

As I stream these words from the dome

Eyes on the Throne because nobody’s home

I’m gonna camp here right below, repetition, writing the flows

Underground, all on my own…

If you don’t believe me then bell my phone?!

Man, I should’ve been a blizzard because I’m that cold

Dusting of my mind these rhymes will put you in a choke hold

Dragging both feet on the pavement

I load up these thoughts take aim, start spraying… Time to let go!

Man, I should’ve been a blizzard because I’m that cold

Dusting off my mind these rhymes will put you in a choke hold

Dragging both feet on the pavement

I load up these thoughts take aim, start spraying…

Time to let go!

(And ain’t holding back!)

It’s time to let go!

(And I ain’t coming back!)

All of these verbs that I’m leaking, that I’m aiming for your heart

These words will penetrate it, let’s all watch it fall apart

Time to let go!

(And ain’t holding back!)

It’s time to let go!

(And I ain’t coming back!)

All of these verbs that I’m leaking, that I’m aiming for your heart

These words will penetrate it, let’s all watch it fall apart

Hmm

I see dead people?!

Dead to the world, soundbwoy got killed, that’s evil!

Punchline montage that is the blow I dealt (Tell 'em now!)

Look in the mirror, can’t even see myself?!

Hmm

You see my Brothers think I’ve made it

But I can’t pay my rent, and the landlord is complaining

I’m a cactus to her anus, now he’s dreaming that it’s raining

Money’s falling from the sky, my palms are sweating trying to claim it…

But then it sinks straight through

Trying to keep my cool, in the grand scheme of things

Some say that I need a rinse in holy water, I prefer bourbon

Drowning my sorrows 'til I’m yawning on this recording

Writing my thoughts between the margin

Mumbling to myself, Skylarking in the garden

Trying not to tarnish all these colours dripping, dripping

Off my mind

But-But I lost my balance, slipping, slipping, every time…

Hold Up!