Текст песни Falling Skies - J. Crum

I ain't got no fear for no man my haters pro stans
Dap me up while at my programs taxed by the doorman
Skills twice as good as most man I'm ya favorite Post man
Special deliveries with both hands that'll ruin your plans
They told me Im never gonna reach these goals
You talk a big game lil buddy don't choke
Aiming too high man just play your role
Life's too low for me reach these hopes
Already know how these things go
Stay up in my lane paint these van goes
Theres peace in pain that's the thing i chose
No defeat for the g cuz the king he rose
I be that handsome whipper snapper that be rapping on the regular
Nappy hair having causing havoc for competitors
Black and educated eloquent in my vernacular
Wifey way too bad had to curtain call the bachelor
In the past I been a bastard now I walk as an ambassador
Dark skinned Fred Astaire steady sliding down banister
Felt a couple shots but boy you need a bigger caliber
The kid is built tough won't catch me dodging any challengers

No where to run under these falling skies
But still i rise still I rise
Storms of life will make you slip and slide
But still I climb still I climb
Ain't nothing you can do to hold us down
Ain't nothing you can do to hold us down

You don't wanna see what happens in my cerebellum
You just want some entertainment at ya kid reception
You really just want that fried chicken and watermelon
Throw gang signs out the window while riding around with felons
Your motives hellish why you embellish for currency
Currently cousins dying I'm encouraging some urgency
White shirt converted burgundy
My heart is burdened determined to show you purpose b look past the surface b
Don't mind the third degree reverse the curse fore it's curtains
Before the symptoms worsen search for life within his verses
Promise certain watch him change ya heart just like he was a surgeon
These suburban rappers have ya broken body whippin hearses
Sick of these trash can rappers asking where my blue check
Busy grinding for a real one you verified on some food stamps
Plus the hands is too fast who got ya boys too gassed
My 16's outlast ya deuce deuce my legacy too vast

No where to run under these falling skies
But still i rise still I rise
Storms of life will make you slip and slide
But still I climb still I climb
Ain't nothing you can do to hold us down
Ain't nothing you can do to hold us down