It ain’t too funny when you’re falling down,
And ain’t a person coming here to pick you up,
And painful memories are all around you, (AY)
-All around you- (X2)
I really need a helping hand; I don’t think I’m healthy man,
Help me man, I’m dying, to just become myself again,
I think, I think I’m nuts, I think I’m crazy,
And I don’t think that anyone can save me,
I’m seeing ghosts, memories that eat my soul,
Waking up soaked and sweaty, desperate just to keep control,
Breaking up inside my head, reaching out to seize a hold,
Still I end up falling down, not the type to be consoled,
Something inside I is wrong, some piece of my mind is gone,
Some people get kicked when they’re down; I get shit piled on,
Still I try to smile on; even as I lay alone,
Knowing no one’s coming, cause it’s normal that I stay at home,
I don’t really like me, done a lot of bad stuff,
Probably a bad guy, everything just adds up,
Spent my youth gassed up, stealing cars to smash up,
Bouncing in between bad decisions and bad luck.
It ain’t too funny when you’re falling down,
And ain’t a person coming here to pick you up,
And painful memories are all around you, (AY)
-All around you- (X2)
So many nights I couldn’t rest, stressed, capital Depressed,
Tried to capture a deep breath, trapped in my weakness,
Couldn’t escape, you can trace my tracks through the sheep shit,
And then you’ll see why I lace my tracks with some deep shit,
The sun can’t shine here; the black has it eclipsed,
And my world, is only whole smashed into pieces,
A whole life at war, can’t imagine what peace is,
Cause I’ve seen days harder than a slab of the streets is,
Locked up, I learned how deep the madness in me lives,
And now I’m worried sick I might have passed it to three kids,
A lifetime of badness in dreams, battling demons,
Ups and downs, so consistent that I’m actually seasick,
Deserted, disconcerted, as I’m passing with the drift,
Hopeless I float; nothing here to paddle the creek with,
Nothing and no one coming here to chat or to speak with,
Josh Wolfe, I hold in me the wackest of secrets.
It ain’t too funny when you’re falling down,
And ain’t a person coming here to pick you up,
And painful memories are all around you, (AY)
-All around you- (X2)
The walls have crumbled in the house that I built, but never bought,
So I lay in ruins, hoping I die before I rot,
Gazing at a clock, thinking of craziness I’d forgot,
Due to pot, I don’t know who I am, just who I’m not,
And the memories, just flood to the top, breaking the dam,
And it’s so clear; I swear I feel them hate me again,
I’m crying cold tears, lying here, awaiting the end,
Transferring my thoughts to paper from pen, yeah, to paper from pen.
It ain’t too funny when you’re falling down,
And ain’t a person coming here to pick you up,
And painful memories are all around you, (AY)
-All around you- (X2)
A product of London, Ontario, Ngajuana stays active in the Canadian Hip-Hop scene. Ngajuana is a proud founding member of
the Canadian collective Dreamsters Union. Boasting nearly 600 songs, 6 albums (and counting), 200 shows and multiple awards won, consistency is no surprise; it's to be expected....more
It's a return to the days of real hip-hop with a real message. Moore and Exit Only bare their souls on every record they make and their passion for the art shines brilliantly! Ngajuana