GioGio - Isaiah 14:12 (Outro)

One day at a time, been waiting that shift like a wage on the side
We're craving your shit, get that shades out my eyes
Concealin' my thoughts, guess I'll make up my mind
Can see from the blots, that's the stain of the nine
Been reaping the benefits since I was barely a child
Then mix it with ignorance, kids would compare me to God
The fishes were missin' man, wished I had 'em in tons
But government sucks, it got me in shock
The blocks don't recover, they cover 'em up
When a family starve, a wedding to charity jobs
You sharin' the failings of every heart, that ebony sun
Declare it a stab in the dark, replenish the madness
Resell it, that's cash for the trauma
Lots of press on my commas
And fuck it on the edge I still made the cut, you ever face the mud
Face to face, where you pay in blood? I seen amazing stakes
And I raised 'em up and I love fighting if I end up losing
I don't stop, fuck it and invent excuses
I'm a god stuck in the mass confusion
Like a gun burstin' at a mass on Tuesday
I was always the last they choose, well
I'm not God-sent or immune to
The pain and I say to you too, friend
That shit only makes us human
Fallen, fallen, I fa-a-all
Fallen, I've fallen and I fa-a-all
Don't ask me how, just ask me when
Don't pass me down as flashy rap
I'm spazzin' out on classic tracks
You hangin' out with classy trash
I'm on that last tier with the dirt and beggars
The ''hands back'' tier, on the verge of peasant
The "Man, I can't here" and never heard a blessing
Bear the lack tier that never search a message
In the years that went by always fear of a bad try
Nightmares of a bad life, why tear up if you can't cry?
Want a ear? you can have mine - literally
I adhere to my head's sign, little me
Would inherently hate me how incoherently I changed
How the little things phase me
And I fell from grace, man, I'm off that staple
I can confidently say that I'm not the savior
Not the hope for forgotten people, not the soul of rotten evil
Not the cope for grotesque freak shows, not what you paid for
The voice that speaks of myself, velcro face
The fallen angel
I was always the last they choose, well
I'm not God-sent or immune to
The pain and I say to you too, friend
That shit only makes us human
Fallen, fallen, I fa-a-all
Fallen, I've fallen and I fa-a-all
Fallen, fallen, I fa-a-all
Fallen, I've fallen and I fa-a-all

Written by:
Giovanni Vorraro

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