Lyrics Uncharted - Selca

I'm falling i'm falling i'm falling i'm falling fast
My momma she been nauseous we been lost cause we ain't got no plans
I'm tarnished i'm off this i'm off to uncharted lands
To light darkness i'll take caution i'll make progress i'm promising
They don't want to see me stand up on my feet again
They don't want to hear me rapping on a beat again
They don't want to see me talking on the cnn
They don't want to see the sold out shows if the streams will grow
They don't want to see me being fed
All they wanna see is way more holes on the road i drove they dont wanna see me finishing
I'm falling i'm falling i'm falling i'm falling fast
My momma she been nauseous we been lost cause we ain't got no plans
I'm tarnished i'm off this i'm off to uncharted lands
To light darkness i'll take caution i'll make progress i'm promising

In light of recent events i needed to vent
A lot of thoughts up in my head i really needed to pen
But the pen ain't even healing guess i need to repent
God ain't even hearing scraped my knees up again
Tell me how do you react when your back is against the wall
When the whole world attacking and asking for you to fall
When your own boys abandon and lack with the phone calls
Never pictured me one knee collapsed on the floor
Man i need an appointment to see my best friend hope that i'm welcome
Nine weeks of chemo where the fuck were you selca
I wish that i sent you a text stead of emptiness evidence was empty threads
And to my little brother its just a little thunder
I hope that you ain't stashing pills under your pillow brother
I know this void but dont you grab a smith like willow brother
You ain't a killer so don't you kill my brother
And i'll be here
I promised your sister brother that i'll be near
Never long distance brother and fuck fear
Dont give in the system brother you on a tier
So high that i'm squinting brother
I'm on a mission brother to bring you back home
Throw a lasso i grab hold but you see my grip is twisting brother
I wont let go you have so much shit left to witness brother
Man i'm so sick of the broken bottles
Sick of the swollen nostrils
Sick of this hole in my chest from this horn thats poking outward
My thoughts is overcrowded
Sick of the obstacles the pot holes lifes plot holes need a pot of gold in my optical
And dont fucking tell me to hope for progress
Shit is hopeless nonsense
Like searching for rewards shit is unrewarding
Long road ahead of me cant lead my brethren if i dont even know where i be going