because life isn't always easy
and some days feel harder than others
sometimes air feels like sand
settling in your lungs
sometimes you want to heave
the cotton webbing at your throat

and some days feel more hopeless than others
how much more grip
can i have on yself
before i slip
heels in the air
back to concrete

i'm straight trippin

i'm sweatin bullets
and the barrel is smokin
someone must have fired the pistol
cause i feel like runnin
fly or die
like chad and p for the takin

put me on the star track
cause i feel like fleein

do you know
i write cause it hurts
if i didn't it would clot hemorrhages
on my soul
bleed to parchment
pen to paper

because some days hurt more than others
this shit inside
out of control
like flying objects
giving themselves up
handing their power over
to gravity