VERSE ONE
Nigga...
The only Earth underneath me is scorched.
Dive into waters uncharted, Nolan North.
This life… each breath is accompanied by remorse.
Apologies with every exhale, but of course.
Not bending to the force of anxiety’s the movement.
Like Stella wondering where her groove went.
Sharpen up the knife that I use to cut through bullshit…
Spit the kinda truth that only comes with tons of bruises.
Nigga… This here is cataclysmic wisdom.
The kind that’s capable of shattering the system.
Splattering the vision, cause a perilous collision
of what a nigga wants and what a nigga really needs.
And that perfect storm where the two begins to bleed
is where you’ll find me sitting atop a lightning rod
scripting a manifesto into the fuckin clouds
with my playlist as just a bunch of thunder sounds.

CHORUS X2
What good is breathing underwater if a nigga can’t swim?
Look around, and all my people are sinking to the bottom…
So what the fuck’s the point of jumping in?

VERSE TWO
Nigga...
I’m no closer to catharsis
than I was when I originally started
this shit. I know the whispers are vultures
flying over until curtains fall.
But, while I’m on, might as well keep dancing
til someone sandmans me off this damn stage.
My rage is pervasive. Can’t tell due
to a reserved cadence that masks all
the chaos tucked in pockets of grace
I hide behind still,
Like doing pirouettes through a minefield.
Yet, why do I feel so at home here
when everything is exploding around me?
I’m in a state of constant almost-drowning,
gasping for air that won’t reciprocate
my embrace. I’m coming for the air that I’m owed.
So, surprise morherfuckers, I’m alive. Even so, I ask...

CHORUS X2
What good is breathing underwater if a nigga can’t swim?
Look around, and all my people are sinking to the bottom…
So what the fuck’s the point of jumping in?

BRIDGE
Why can’t I be stronger?
Why can I no longer walk without burning the bridges I stand on?
And, I never planned on my life being a mess.
So, condolences to my potential, lay it to rest.
Let it rest.

CHORUS X2
What good is breathing underwater if a nigga can’t swim?
Look around, and all my people are sinking to the bottom…
So what the fuck’s the point of jumping in?