"Falling" is part of a double A-side single with "Satan's Grip", following on from "High" it's the second taken from the album "Urban Testimony" by Justo the MC and UK producer Brelstaff releasing through New Dawn Records on November 3rd 2023.
The entire theme documents the Brooklyn rapper’s curtailed and traumatic time studying at Clark Atlanta University. Carrying the weight of expectations from a household of faith, details unfold of a conflicted mind on a potential escape route to academia straying rapidly on a path to hedonism in a brutally honest account of events and consequences.
A chilled soundtrack is the backdrop for the post-traumatic “Falling”, a remorseful narrative reflecting on the mental and physical impacts incurred while still clinging to the hope of a chance for redemption.
lyrics
Hook:
Have you seen someone who couldn’t be helped
Pray for him like God Himself
Have you seen someone who couldn’t be helped
Pray for him like God Himself/
Verse:
Can’t believe I slipped this far
At my grandma’s crib in a room full of darkness
My heartless days behind me, caught the shakes like a seasoned junky
My mistakes now the shorty that I love don’t want me
I was sure, I’m untouchable at best
Now I’m sitting here with pains in my chest,
My mind can’t rest
Body weak from the shakes
It’s been weeks losing weight
I’m petite out of shape
Stress still on my face and I ain’t, I ain’t really peep them warning signs
Now I can’t control all these thoughts of mine
All these cloudy days start to intertwine
Debating should I leave this cruel world behind
Suicide, is you stupid what’s wrong with you
Man I don’t know what else to do
All the people that I hurt, all the wreckage left under debris
Blame that shit on Abree
Nah I blame it on me
That bitch laced you, you gon' cry & forgive
Is you fucking out your mind, you gon' die she gone live
Well what you want me to do
Retrace my steps, plot on her death
Can’t even think straight, I ain’t got no fight left
I been falling way before we crossed paths so this the culmination
Since I left New York
This deterioration
Been non stop on a snowball effect
Big enough for the abominable
Tight as abdominal
Pain stricken, Bullshitting
Life took its turn for the worse
Now I’m cursed, wish this verse, could reverse, to my birth
To a start over, makeover, takeover Lord
Tell me what you need from your boy
I’m here lying to my grandparents, letting them down
Laying down in my own guilt, miss Obama win the election
Got this collection of failure what do I turn to
Use that failure for food and let it burn you
Wait, God?
Don’t ask questions son, just follow my lead
Spread your voice to the masses, let your conscience be free
Yes sir
I'mma follow indeed, just help me to get right and I’ll forever believe 'Cause I’m falling
Da Flyy Hooligan teams up with producer Wun Two for an album filled with noir-y beats and sharp, hard-hitting rhymes. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 7, 2024
