Verse 1
This is me still avoiding my sobriety/
Yeah this is me always dealing with anxiety/
Yeah this is me still obsessive like it's all my fault/
Yeah this is me stuff my feelings down into a vault/
Ugh Building pressure man I feel it cracking at the fault/
always run around with calculated falls and random thoughts/
Looked into the future far now Im really lost/
I gotta shake the demons from the swing whenever they come across/
See into the veil perspective shows another way/
Climbing up the mountain of my fears to live another day/
Send the jackals back into explore another place/
I've had enough of all them feeding neatly eating out my face/
What metaphor for guilt I put it on myself/
Feeling so alone like Samara in a fallen well/
I'll be damned yeah this man is not a haunted shell/
I wrote this song to ease the pain I hold I did it for my health/

Hook
This is how it goes/
When the chips fall
They don't seem to fall so equal/
All you got is our people/
We've been down this road/
Behind the thrift store here we go/
To drown your ego/
In the well with a deep hole/

You can't count one I'm always bouncing back/
Stay applied to the artistry with arteries intact/
it's pumping through my blood
I fill honor with the craft/
I always use it as a way to keep the mortar in the cracks/
Back to back I stack the bricks and travel on road/
I tap into the meaning everyday to try feel my soul/
Save your judgement everybody trying to find their way/
It seems to me that life is funny funneled in a lost parade/
I've been quiet but today I have a lot to say/
produced by Jordan Peele like I been dealing with that sunken place/
Many scars inside the walls but always walked away/
I rise above it all recover falls so we can talk today/
I know it's ill that I've been walking in fallen realm/
I've been built to navigate the storms and always watch the helm/
Time to find the signs I scripted in a knotted elm/
the journey of my life to make the art and then I crop the film/

Hook
This is how it goes/
When the chips fall
They don't seem to fall so equal/
All you got is our people/
We've been down this road/
Behind the thrift store here we go/
To drown your ego/
In the well with a deep hole/

Post hook
That's how it goes/
We justify our egos/
The highs the lows/
Just don't let down your people/
That's how it goes/
Some chips don't fall that equal/
The highs the lows/
It's time to drown your ego/