Story Behind the Song
Lyrics
Fallin
By: Salvdor
Produced By: 40oz Productions & Salvdor
Album: "Fallin' LP"
Engineered By: 40oz Productions
Recorded At 40oz Productions Studio
Copyright 2003
Verse 1
Have you eva took tha time, to stop, look at ya life/
..........all thats wrong and tha stryfe that might/
break u down to tha point, u press ya wrists wit knifes/
hope that god exists, just to wish for a better afterlife/
all night on your knees, u pray for that right/
to say wut you fear, and praise tha will to fight/
shit...sure i do, everytime i open my eyes/
catch a glimpse of tha sins i live and realize/
tha lies, i know, defined in those i hold/
close to my soul, who stole my heart so cold/
emotions all froze, give a rose to show/
... my respect for all who go down tha road/
and walk, tha path of writeousness, and glow/
set free ya spirit, and shine, cuz only u know/
how, beautiful you are, neva stop reach for stars/
all that you are, lets hope you gettin far/
Hook 2x
days...of my life, without praise of sign/
as they fall from your head/
Verse 2
yo my life is hard, and i hate this shit/
regret all tha times wit u, that i missed/
to have just one moment to pass in a glimpse/
a dream far from reality... and it hits/
my brain conjures up ways of nonsense/
to be together, alwayz.... and forever/
bonds they severe, fragile.. like a feather/
float away with me, still pain it seems/
too. hard to endever, tha lord for me has never/
been there, nor delivered, my bones they still shiver/
too sore, im gonna give up, everythang i want/
matter fact, all i need, is more then just talk/
too late, forsee, potraits of me drawn in chalk/
outline, but dont' start, events that i fought/
so hard, to keep on, fall apart in tha heart/
the demons, still stalk, who heeds its my fault/
Hook 2x
days...of my life, without praise of sign/
as they fall from your head/
Verse 3
Now i find myself, to tha point of conciousness/
grasp upon, but fall short of tha obvious/
found salvations door, and decided to stick/
tha definition of wits, it just fit, u don't get/
tha real meanin to my name, everything that i dream/
to aid my escape from tha world and blasphamy/
plus its, drastically, mind changin to fast/
if you, askin me, throat slashed, to bad it wuzn't me/
end this livin nightmare, wit a simple swing/
of tha wrist, skin sliced, sit and watch it bleed/
all troubles are now seen, tha grief i dont' need/
beg and plead, got nada, don't begin, to even bother/
how you gon' tell me bout him, he's not, even ya father/
shit, i hear a lot of, this, is just a saga/
of tha tribulations i go through, i handle it/
tears fall from an angels cheek, for my sins/
Hook 4x
days...of my life, without praise of sign/
as they fall from your head/
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