[Verse 1]

In the blink of an eye

My school days and summer times

Will sing a sorrowful song

And then hit me with a goodbye

But I been looking at a beautiful sky

Feeling like I been here before

But I’m just new to the times

Okay remember when

Sitting at home

The dinner table was a myth of its own

Sit in contention with your rigmarole

Never a care

Nary a worry to own

But burden drapes upon the curtain of shoulder blades

Rollerblade

Blade sharpened for catching your tongue

Tongue, it was caught

And so you lost your balancе

Remember thе rabbit would jump

And then jump

But then came back like every single time

You have to know the definition

Front to back

Before you redefine

Reading lines from brighter days

Scribbled on notepads

Or notepad

Thinking you were feeling lost

Before you find a way

But now you found a way

So you can’t cry today

You gotta make light of rain

Or write a way

Right away

[Chorus: Aric]

You falling

(Ah shit, nigga)

Get up

(You's a bitch, nigga)

You falling

(Who your friends, nigga)

Get up

(Who you with)

You falling

(Is they broke)

Get up

(Or is they rich)

You falling

(Not to ask for the money)

Get up

(But to show you how to get it)

[Verse 2]

The days of wanting money

Stead of needing it

Yeah it’s tangible

But you can’t believe in it

Dream of a dollar bill

Wake up to my bank account

Remember everything is everything

Then my stomach growls

My pantry is on E

My tank ain’t got no milk in it

I Envy the difficulty in filling my syllabuses

And I

Really, I can’t fathom

What kind of stardust pattern

Gon pop off my shadow

I shadow box in the dark

My shadow dance around sunsets and silhouettes

My niggas best defenses are sunroofs and cigarettes

And fire in they hearts

They candles burn with a passion

My quirk is of telepathy

I see my stand as a dragon

I’m energy like an atom

My garden is that of Adam’s

I bit the apple in shackles

My ripple rip through the ashes and sand

And when the dust settles and it’s high noon

I’ll be the only one to tell my stories and my rhymes to

My hymns and haikus travel intravenous

Writer of the maker of the lock and key

I’ll self destruct on Plymouth Rock and see

Yo Alabama shit, and you can’t even stop plan B

See my rope-a-dope is effective

But tires me in the process

And I’m still learning how to cope, yet

I’m too busy making a brand, or a name

And in exchange, I get change

But I’m tryna see my change come through my growth, yes

Bless

[Chorus: Aric]

You falling

(Ah shit, nigga)

Get up

(You's a bitch, nigga)

You falling

(Who your friends, nigga)

Get up

(Who you with)

You falling

(Is they broke)

Get up

(Or is they rich)

You falling

(Not to ask for the money)

Get up

(But to show you how to get it)

[Refrain]

You sell your art, collect your check

Is that still art, you play no part

You see that

You see that

You sell your art, collect your check

Is that still art, you play your part

You see that

You see that

You sell your art, collect your check

Is that still art, you play no part

You see that

You see that

You sell your art, collect your check

Is that still art, you play your part

You see that

You see that