[Chorus: jean blu]
Oh, when it all, it all falls down
I'm tellin’ you all, it all falls down
Oh, when it all, it all falls down
I'm tellin' you all, it all falls down
Oh, when it falls

[Verse One: Bash (The Outcast)]
Am I a problem?
My insecurities could eat me alive
Because it seems that I lie
To get through it all
I’m not a snowflake
I'm a piece of hail
That causes hell
And only melts itself
In the heat of its own destruction
Still
Feeling the stress that all of you people give
Believing my wealth when I'm going bankrupt
"Chill! I don't understand the self-loathing man."
It because I feel so alone and know nobody really cares
See I could disappear without a trace
And no one would notice it
They say they would but they're full of shit
I think they need laxative
Wait...
That's me thinking negative again
Harping on my fears is what I do
Mark Henry with the skills
Ready to kill all these thoughts like a lobotomy
You think I'm weird when I'm just myself
What an epiphany
I’m a be
Better than I ever been
Like Rizzy on his sword EP
It’s so easy for me to put these words together (Sheesh!)

[Chorus]

[Verse Two: Bash (The Outcast)]
I am a problem...
With a chip on its shoulder
That's why you always see me
Go through these lengths to show you
My heat, My soul, and determination
Only to get overlooked by people faker than makeup
But I ain’t tripping though
At least not anymore
I got my own shit to worry about to make it
So, Doubting me is the fuel I need
To keep my engine running
It's disappointing to see rap music become Mcdonald's
What this fast food rapping
No substance but sounds "amazing"
No Spider-Man cannot save this
The Venom inside has taken over
And I don't know if I can do it alone
Maybe I need a Cul-De-Sac of people
Cutting the throats of the snakes that in the grass
Better go watch your ass
Because when I put on blast
You’ll be blowing up in a flash
And no...
It won't be in fame
But more embarrassment
A narrative exposing the stupid shit
That you think is great

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: Bash (The Outcast)]
If there anything you should take this
Is that, no matter what
I will always be able to put these thoughts
Down to a paper and make a statement
Anxious is what I wouldn't call this feeling
But more excited when I'm handed the microphone
Dethroning these trapping drones
With mindless intelligence
You journalists can praise them
Until Earth is decaying
Just saying
Nothing will save them
When I start hitting the airwaves
But I'm lame so I won't make it to radio
A damn shame, not really
That's not my goal really
It's just a medium for expression of character
A bit of embellishment
With dark humor to sell my bit
And that it, that's me
The guy who raps this shit
But that's not all of it
Like I was Billy Mays
I put my life in it
Like sex without a rubber
You artists like to stutter
Well this clear talk
I'm coming for the spot
Like a musical chairs game (YA!)

[Chorus]

[Outro: jean blu]
It's just me checking on you
Your eyes say you've got something to prove
Shiny things may gleam
But keep your eye on the ball
Keep your mind pristine
If you lose yourself, will you make it out?
When it all falls down