Fall - S.O.

Gotta keep it real, you know?

Yeah

Wade told me to speak on it, so let me speak

And if G’s making the beats, then let it breathe

They saying J left, but I’m taking a rain check

Ain’t writing no disses to him, it don’t make sense

You should pray for a brother, who’s strayed to the gutter

Oh, beef is hot like some steak in an oven

You get a lot of views and clicks, man I’m getting used to it

Every other show, here’s the dialogue I usually get

You seen J’s page S.O.

What do you think about what he says S.O.

Why don’t let the beast out the cage S.O.

And tell everybody’s that he’s

deranged S.O.

Leave me out, won’t take the easy route

You ain’t drawing me in easily, that ain’t what we about to be honest or where

we need to be

Cause when I heard, I ain’t go to Twitter

I examined myself like I’m supposed to then I prayed to the Lord like keep me,

Lord keep me

I don’t wanna play someone, I’m not like Keke

Cause outside of the grace of the God that’s reached me

There goes I, going over the yellow line

Ain’t talking some sideline smack, this is my town facts

Ripples that are felt all over in my town

That’s way bigger than I, praise God I’m still here fighting evil inside

I realize the same sword they knight you with, they gon' good night you with

Deep sizes, I’m writing this

Mama taught me lessons and yeah they’re still enlightening

But that can’t take the pain or even fight it yeah

These pain killers don’t kill pain

I was trying to wait and stay still, but I still stayed

I feel shamed but knowing my bills mean I don’t trust in myself but God’s real

grace

I’m still screaming it, for those who don’t and do believe in it

These rappers posting like they heathenists, yeah

But pride comes before the fall, that’s the common law

And man’s flaw is to think that he’s above it all

G throw the ball, watch me run with it

I’m done wishin', got these hands to the plough and the water, I’m on fishin'

Got a girl in the city, she pretty, I’m Stan Smithin'

And she offer me more, still the only one who gets it

But, back to these raps though

They ain’t half loaf

Actin' anti-social but never hit with a ASBO

Started off local but now the kid international

Call me revolutionary, Castro

Look at all the things that we amass

Easy for them to be to be a master and a mass

Take a trip back to the past, yeah

I was with Nicholas in a class tellin' the kids, «There's more to life,

have a vision and a path»

Serene prolly bumpin' this hit out in his whip

Shola may be playing this tune out in the 6

Ashley may be playing this tune out in the A

And Frank may be playing this too out in LA

Elder Road to the globe

Never rolled in a Rolls, but I’m known by The Ghost

If you know then you know

Gotta handle the Scripture, these rappers holding a toast

Keep a mind for the listener, I know many who don’t

You can brag about the money and ice, man I’m sure

But sometimes those who have less still have more

And sometimes those who are blessed with pastures

Ain’t got a lot of money, yet they have joy

Took a trip to the village and saw happiness

Then I came back to The West and I saw what happened when

White-washed tombs and prisons are so immaculate

But the insides are dirty, homie you catchin' it

Must I explain to you?

I hope not

I am not on the soapbox, Mr. Robot

I’m just tryin' to show you roadblocks and some cold spots

So that you won’t get hit by the same old rocks

Don’t fall but rise, that’s what I mean

Can’t even do this man