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letra de can't fall, pt. 1 - malcom mufunde

[verse: malcom mufunde & tinashe kamera]
“connect with the left, southpaw with the jab
use the right for the hook, but keep your eye on their hands
and learn to balance your feet, keep in mind where you stand
gotta cushion your face, there’s more points in the head”
city of hard knocks, i was taught how to box
found my language in a fist before i knew how to talk
now i ink a different chapter on the pages i tore
now i crack a different guffaw, figured life is a joke
the illusions of the undercl-ss, the dreams we make
lucy in the sky with diamonds could help relate
the fallacies we constructed, the art of the pseudoscience
meadows around manses, palaces in the skies
these raps had to work, these rhymes had to pay
eternally acknowledging every day is my day
every year is my year, it’s been centuries here
should i shed a red teardrop so you picture my pain?
the economics been designed to embrace the upset
i resurrected a genre but can’t move out of the ghett
silver linings seem rusty when you peep through my eyes
they expect me to paint a rainbow with fusain in the night
all i need is a paintbrush, i’ll produce a mural
of watercolors so beautiful, mona lisa would smile
looking back, i establish i never needed a mic
but kindled picturesque music in the back of my mind
resplendent has been the mythical constellation i made
ethereal sunsets that enlighten the beach sands
my escapism has been my only drive on this earth
from the minute i ascertained life is a handicap match
and i was wrestling my demons before i hugged with the angels
y’all had already mapped out a blueprint for my purpose
i couldn’t be decisive of the course i would live
there ain’t no primrose path i was programmed to believe
so i’m just trynna walk and chew gum at the same time
i was destined to be a loser, ain’t no motive to fight
you see, i had a vision, a mission, i had aims and goals
to feed an integral universe that yearns for my flows
i’m not trynna be defensive, i overstated my lines
but if i’m to ever to say it, i’ve been the best for a while
i piled up sandbags to fortify my importance
delusions of grandeur, i suppressed my emotions
now i’m throwing down the gauntlet and hitting the punchbag
can’t fight a losing battle where the opponents punch back
and connect with the left, southpaw with the jab
and use the right for the hook, keep their eyes on my hands
everything i’ve been taught is a facade, it’s perplexing
for twenty-one years, i espoused the window dressing
i’m not an entertainer, my cursive came from the heart
shed my blood, sweat and tears to refill the ink-jar
and took over the game in two shakes of a cow’s tail
but my achievements were inverted to record as a fail
i’ve been chasing horizons, and trynna catch the stars
i’ve conceded rejection from the world that i love
roadmaps distorted, the itinerary changed
tell the lords i’m revoking all the allegiance i pledged
this is my stream of consciousness, just gimme the canv-ss
i’ll be done in a minute, i’m just painting by numbers
i’ve concealed my ingrat-tude for the hand i was dealt
may these verse lines emote all the miasm i’ve felt
i’m a c-cktail of dashing hopes and dysphoria
the antihero in unpublished dystopias
and i ache for my condign moment in the sun
yearslong the hurt now, my daylight has been wan
rely on my somesthesia, put my blindfold on
and walk a tightrope, i’m a hair’s-breadth away from the dawn
i never had a cheerleader advocating my run
i’ve got my lenon and tanya, i never needed you none
i subscribe to the nihilism, that this is surreal
it’s all notional and theoretic whatever it is
but they’ll remember the music
what you call hiphop, to me is a newsprint
and my autobiography will taint all the leaves
it’s no longer woolgathering when you’re living the myth
i let the bluebirds sing, and let the psalms inspire me
so when i walk in the ring, i can harken ’em muttering
“connect with the left, southpaw with the jab
use the right for the hook, but keep your eye on their hands
you can’t fall”

[outro: tinashe kamera]
should i cry louder so you can see that i’m crying?
i can’t fall
i can’t fall
i can’t fall

- malcom mufunde

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