Falling Down

They say that when it rains it pours, they're rightFalling from out of the sky(It's falling down on me)Praying come down, fall downPraying come down, fall downFalling from out of the skyWhen I forgot to close the blinds I couldn't sleepKept waking up from all the shine, glare in my eyesI'm off three hours, eat, sleep, repeat grind againIt's what he does that others don't do is what's defining himI never would've thought the words wrote on a pageWould have me on the other side of Earth on a stageI never would've thought there was a stage on EarthThat made me feel more at home besides my place of birthI'm from gun slinging CA where every movie's watchedThen watched back for instant replaySo many days and nights with ink bleeding papersFall asleep on flights, call it sleeping with strangersNow back to the City of Angels where the rain isFalling from out of the sky(It's falling down on me)Praying come down, fall downPraying come down, fall downI simplify by design, my words get scribedTo the vinyl when they rhyme, mark it with a scribeCount lessons, toes, fingers, I'm aliveI've passed so many lows to survive all the highsI've learned some things and others learned to tolerate(Like what?)You can be a day short but not a dollar lateNew day in [unverified] chain link, put it togetherBeat the drum, pray for rain, we ain't the same under the weatherJust me against the world on the verge of relentlessTrying to stay apart like each word of the sentenceKing vs apprentice, champ vs. challengerThe challenger swung, the champ fell, they kicked him out of thereI throw raps to sea in a bottle to floatLike a lost SOS that the novelist wroteThe wind blew and popped the top, they read the letterTo whom it may concern, my sick words under the weatherFalling from out of the sky(It's falling down on me)Praying come down, fall downPraying come down, fall downSo I forgot to change the time showing up earlyWith my money on my mind trying to keep from crimeOne of a kind, I'm defined by my environmentFor everything I did from inception to retirement'Cause I be running on unleaded fumesCollecting money back for sacks fronted for the rent is dueA daydreamer still running towards the rainbow's endingKnowing damn well, the gold wasn't meant for spendingYou ten cents from a nickel in your pocketShit, I'm thirty short of twenty dollars in my wallet, yeahYou might need twelve fingers for the runnersMaybe six on the hand, half a dozen on the otherI bundle up brown gloves for the summerShorts in the winter with a slicker and umbrellaA fella chasing cheese like he running a mazeBut really I'm just running in place, I need the bread to startFalling from out of the sky(It's falling down on me)Praying come down, fall downPraying come down, fall downFalling from out of the sky