No matter how far you fall,
there's always a pull to be strong"“
leftover animal resolve.
No matter how far you fall,
there's always the urge
to go all the way down.
Today on a ghetto street
I heard birds and people meet in sound.
It was beautiful, it was terrible.
I feel a rupture in my brain,
am I finally going insane?
Did the transformation begin?
Am I growing a brand new skin?
I hope so.
I need it.
I am so raw.
No matter how far you fall,
there's always a hand to yank you back"“
accept the hand but understand
it's a complicated pact.