down   never fallin' down down down   never fallin' down.      never fallin' down down down   never fallin' down      even if i was blindsided by mac trucks   in the side street in the alley way   in the foriegn city   i would still make it back home   On a highway no bulletins no street signs, no other cars, no radio, no satellite   I still make it back home   Connected to the universe   like a string of lights on the holiday   if one's out doesn't mean the demise of all who roam the stone   feel the earth y'all the fire water and sky under his home under his clothes under his belt   its the varientsister?? tones i never regret the wake and the as the birth shot forth on my feet not my fins i am a man to finish it out don't forget gravity laws   the only thing keeping me from flight   wings of space   infinite night   downward spiral not in sight      down   never falling down down down   never falling down      great there is no father   its her and her offspring   nobodys offering help   skin aint softening   acts chopped to the ankles   her babies coughing   maybe the check will come today   the waits exhausting   she's the pillar so   she cant be tilted   give her sons   the feeling as though   they got a million to blow   need no stilts to reach the stars   teach the kids to reach with their heads   and they each will be yours   i give a piece of me for her   to have a piece of mind   or a piece of your chicken   cause its ramen all the time   she's thin and getting scared   but she never lets on   many men will not fall cause their mama's head strong (strong strong strong)      down   never fallin down down down   never fallin down      pick your feet on up   why don't you get on up   lift your spirits up   damn i know this shit is tough   i flunked in high school   my pops he left me young   i often lost my cool   days i feel my mama's gun   i lost my only son   when my girl she almost died   a bad abortion haunted by a baby's eyes   and every reason lies   cause you know the truth inside   you're feeling like a coward   like the wrong person died   but still you gotta ride   let the years pass em by   never really knowing why   no questions why i'm always high      down down down   never falling down   down down down   never falling down      look   we slipping and sliding   808 big riding   servin' rocks   balling while they conquering and dividing   teeth glistening shining   listening to ourselves lying   believe in a bleedin' ego still trying   identifying with the why and the whats   self hatin is the scars and the cuts that   run deep down   not giving a fuck   behind the sweet sound of the new blues   rattling the truck full of sun roof to new shoes   chrome   neglecting the home   disrespecting the zone   that Sankofa should of shown us   looking back before the time that they owned us   but never really owned a damn thing the spirit   sounded like      down   never falling down down down   never fallin down      i'm hella irresponsible   and possibly the cause   of the my subsequent downfall   now I take a pause   and reflect on my karma   and laws i've ignored   all the signs that could cause   a turn and redirect my preferred   course of action   before the curse of my ashes   the rehabilitation of the baddest on the planet   will set a mark a milestone of progress   the life changing tones of my heart   and soul mean the most   learning voices be the search   and exhume all the skeletons   a room full of demons with an angel as a prisoner   she's tortured for the visitors   the listeners who read between the lines   and stay inquisitive to dissect these sentences      down   never falling down down down   never falling down      last night i took a field trip   kind of bent, hopped a fence   cut across a playground   and lay down in a cemetery   reflecting on my past present and current events   speech slurring out venting to the moon   or course she was answering me   not literal   but in the spiritual sense   we spoke me myself and i   but i wasn't alone   in fact it felt that picture of a beach with footprints   in the sand   you know the poem hanging   in grandmamas home   where does love come from?   where does it go when its gone   what takes its place   and why does that space turn   hard as stone   another year i am older today   in many ways i've grown   but in my head   them questions still they roam   riding a bike   she said its like cycling in circles   with your eyes closed   no hands blind faith is what she called it man   said life's an ocean with a lot of commotion   once you dive, and ya its deep   but if you could swim it ain't mattering      down   never falling down down down   never falling down   down down down   never falling down.