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malcom mufunde - can't fall, pt. 2 lyrics

memorize my words, use ’em against my enemies
i hope you understand there’s weaponry in my sentences
you grew up faster than blue gum
and made me triple the man i could have never become
i dwell in the mayhaps, there’s certain chances i took
some mistakes that i made, i didn’t bide by the book
it’s kinda archaic of me to get across through a letter
in case you disapprove, i hope the missive connects us
a few minutes shy of making it to the other side
that’s a belief i done carried with me for all my life
my disposition has never etched my truth
but you saw the lamb dipped in the pelt of a wolf
i’m not as strong as i portray myself, i’m weak inside
but to grapple the depression, i need to work with the lie
and carry a mild disguise of self-appreciation
but it’s you to whom i’m forever indebted
you told me i’m not black, i’m peanut-b-tter brown
that’s the color of sweetness i’m trynna spread through the town
there’s a lot of grease i’ll take with me to the grave
i could never come clean of my t-tanic disgrace
my disquietment- the ineluctable demise of my youth
broken dreams no matter how much i convey in the booth
i’m trynna break my fourth wall, and reach out to you
when i’m on stage, my prime intention is to be you
liberated, unloosened and free as a bird
i’m getting toxic thoughts from all the fangs in my head
i’m not talented either, and i’m far from gifted
don’t let the rhythm befool you, try to observe beneath it
the voice of the inflicted and shrills you never hear
the pallid confidence that i commute for my fear
i’m like a chicken with the pip, and so before i pip out
may you soak me in the affection you’ve always had for me deep down
i’m done fighting fires, it’s a sleeveless hobby
my supplication is you break my heart before i break my promise
i depose you’ll be floored by what you’ll find in my closet
i was far from perfect if you will question my conscience
if i could iron out my creases and not expose them
and alter a few facts before i retell my story
my life was scripted an insignificant plot
i made a cameo in h-ll, that’s the role that i got
in the meantime, i’m trynna confront my failings
and oppugn my skeletons in the cupboard they’ renting
counterchallenging their advancement and furthering my pursuit
of self-rule, unsnarling my neck bone from the noose
sensing destiny from the feely box my hand is in
my optimism diseased me, i could do without medicine
i feel eight feet tall, waltzing on the ninth cloud
i know that contradicts everything i’ve told you just now
but i’m j-n-s-faced and i’m trynna bosom my bipolarity
there’s a tenseness and extension i feel in every strand of me
enveloping my current state of mind is anesthetics
i’m unlearning the pain and exercising my magic
and if i send you more letters, they’ll finally make a word
i’m airborne, i’m trynna wing to the end
malcom, i can’t fall

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