Fallin

Julius Caesar, what is Caesar? I shelter the throne

Jesus Christ on the cross, I was pelted with stones
Sell you a poem so intensive, it'll melt through your bones
Been to hell and back on the jack in the cell on the phone
You can tell that I've grown, no more shells in the chrome
Was always a diamond in the rough like Sierra Leone
Wait until a couple years and them felonies gone

Cover stories, John Gotti, celebrity don
These niggas coons shuck and jive ain't concerned with the ghetto
Illuminati celebrities who worship the devil
This pain and glory, now you witnessed the birth of a rebel
Converse on a level never seen by a person who settles
For the blind truth, I was sellin' smack back in nine-deuce
Before Puff Daddy yellin', "Shyne, shoot!"
J-Lo in the truck screamin', "Vamoose"
I ain't tryna let them find proof, that's what crime do

Ten years later, lettin' Shyne loose
Read between the lines, gotta get the fine proof
Fast forward, now these niggas paintin' fingernails
You know them people love to see a nigga frail

I'm tired of chasin' all them seven-figure trails
I'm just tryna duck the haters tryna see a nigga fail
Muhammad the Great, formerly known as Kid Cassius
The soul of a dead slave killed in six lashes

The love, I can't let it go
So now I gotta let 'em know
I'm food for the deaf and blind
Even the critics and the doubters gotta press rewind
The love, I can't let it go
So now I gotta let 'em know
These stories you will marvel over
Open my diaries, the visions of a fallen soldier

Follow the leader, turn a skeptic into a believer
I am a leader to the desperate and to the beleaguered
I am a leader to the reckless, the death of a preacher
Who's left in the bleachers, get respect like I stepped in for Jeter

Take a bow, Mr. Nichols, you are legendary
Considerin' that your future is still a cemetery
Sick in the head, my mama say it's hereditary
I'm dead already, don't gotta say what has been said already

A teacher deep in the Serengeti
Teachin' them kids how to live and avoid the seven deadly
Sins, a disciple in black Timbs
What Michael was back then with rifles and MAC-10s

Who am I kiddin' though? I'm just another nigga, bro
Even been to prison, convicted felon and criminal
You can't doubt the talent, the wisdom, knowledge, or vision, though
I'm just tryna balance the little dollars I'm given, bro
Ten years ago, the pain was just a little different
Now my glory seems just a little distant
Eliminatin' the enemies what I'm known for
I got friends I don't even pick up the phone for

The love for provin' people wrong is just keepin' me livin'
Tellin' me what I'll never do is just keepin' me driven
What a catastrophe, I'm drastically iller than half of these
Niggas surpassin' me, pain and glory, the masterpiece

The love, I can't let it go
So now I gotta let 'em know
I'm food for the deaf and blind
Even the critics and the doubters gotta press rewind
The love, I can't let it go
So now I gotta let 'em know
These stories you will marvel over
Open my diaries, the visions of a fallen soldier