In regards to the meaning of this song:
Before a live performance on the EP Five Stories Falling, Geoff states “It’s about the last time I went to visit my grandmother in Columbus, and I saw that she was dying and it was the last time I was going to see her. It is about realizing how young you are, but how quickly you can go.”
That’s the thing about Geoff and his sublime poetry, you think it’s about one thing, but really it’s about something entirely different. But the lyrics are still universal and omnipresent, ubiquitous, even. So relatable. That’s one thing I love about this band. I also love their live performances, raw energy and Geoff’s beautiful, imperfectly perfect vocals. His voice soothes my aching soul.
No, no, no, I told you, I live this shit
I ain't just up here rappin' and tappin'
Spittin' and skittin' and shit, nah, uh-uh, not me
I'm not you, I'm not you, rapper, I'm not you, Pusha
I keep that Ziploc bustin' at the stitches, culinary chemist
I serve the malicious that break the fiends fixes
One give you the sniffles, the other leave you with the itches
Transport, airport with the vaseline
So I can fulfill my dreams of passions as green
More cash than you seen with an Aston that's green
Me drivin' up fast with the lean, zonin' family
Keep young'ns in them rented Camrys
Door panels full of shit and I ain't full of shit
Reckless ass, God forbid they don't crash
From the panel to the dash, it's four pounds of slab
Nah, bitch, we don't believe in airbags
Cars turn tricks like them Ringling brother skits
Whether bitch hop out or the Glock pop out
You know what I'm about, blow clear your sinus 'til the snot drop out
Whoever said birds fly south for the winter's a damn liar
Got 'em right here and if I don't like you, the gram's high
Take it or leave it, soon as a fiend taste it, they need it
Make 'em smoke it right in front of you to make you believe it
Prolly think I won't murder you the way I smile
But I'ma take a lotta shots, A-I style
And Jada, the name is filthy (uh-huh)
But so what? The motherfuckin' game is filthy (that's right)
You know, what? My mom and my pops really did a good job
But it was the Montega and the Cane the built me
So I could never hate on another brother
God is great, the devil is a motherfucker
When you broke but they think you got money
Crackers start showin' you love, your own people act funny
I tear niggas heads off, I don't discriminate
Waves, cornrows or dreads, I will eliminate
I'm far from a noodle nigga, I stab up block reps
And turn quiet streets into hot sex
Nigga, that's funny you say you a killa, how?
What is it the return of the killer clowns?
Akhi, you put no fear in my heart
I make your people say, "wow, that didn't look like my man"
They flipped him upside down, the coroner did what he can
He got hit wit ten rounds at point blank and point blank
Coldchain left that nigga stinkin'
Half static and face, I got the wrinkling, slugs all in it
I had my eyes on his mink and I didn't give 'em a chance to blimnk
When I jogged up on him, pressed the forty up on him, shocked him
Made his hair stand on end, like a baby, I rocked 'em
Your coffin's your cradle, you can't bite the hand that made you
That's the beginning of the end and you a thug that pretends
Call Coldchain Super Nigga, I got a great vision
I see through men and squeeze triggers with bullets that go through men
Fuck with SP, that's your date with death
Got bullets that'll break your chest
No sleep like I hate the rest
I'm in the hood like it's my fate to rep
I hold down any place I stepped
And I love gettin' slept on
'Cause I'm rawer than dope fresh outta Africa that never been stepped on
Dog, I'ma clap at you the minute that you rep wrong
Holiday, the Ghost the main reason why your set gone
Why I love riffin' and war, you wouldn't understand
'Cause my God is different than yours
If the world spin in a circle, I want 'em to learn move backwards
Kill niggas the first minute they jerk you
What you keep the toaster for creepin' through the hood
And shit ain't really good but I'm deeper than the ocean floor
Higher than a plane and meaner than a bull
I want your insides out, so I mean it when I pull
Rappers is talking to me as if, come on
We in the same boat, I tell them quick, no, I move coke (uh-uh)
And you and I don't share no common bond
So forgive me if I don't receive you with open arms (no)
It shames me to no end
To feed poison to those who could very well be my kin (uh-huh)
But where there's demand, someone will supply
So I feed them their needs, at the same time cry
Yes, it pains me to see them need this
All of them lost souls and I'm their Jesus
Deepest regret and sympathy to the streets
I seen 'em pay for they fix when they kids couldn't eat (so sorry)
And with this in mind, I still didn't quit
And that's how I know that I ain't shit (I ain't shit)
My heart bleed but that's aside from the fact
I live for my kids and theirs and them young'ns after that
I ain't just up here rappin' and tappin'
Spittin' and skittin' and shit, nah, uh-uh, not me
I'm not you, I'm not you, rapper, I'm not you, Pusha
I keep that Ziploc bustin' at the stitches, culinary chemist
I serve the malicious that break the fiends fixes
One give you the sniffles, the other leave you with the itches
Transport, airport with the vaseline
So I can fulfill my dreams of passions as green
More cash than you seen with an Aston that's green
Me drivin' up fast with the lean, zonin' family
Keep young'ns in them rented Camrys
Door panels full of shit and I ain't full of shit
Reckless ass, God forbid they don't crash
From the panel to the dash, it's four pounds of slab
Nah, bitch, we don't believe in airbags
Cars turn tricks like them Ringling brother skits
Whether bitch hop out or the Glock pop out
You know what I'm about, blow clear your sinus 'til the snot drop out
Whoever said birds fly south for the winter's a damn liar
Got 'em right here and if I don't like you, the gram's high
Take it or leave it, soon as a fiend taste it, they need it
Make 'em smoke it right in front of you to make you believe it
Prolly think I won't murder you the way I smile
But I'ma take a lotta shots, A-I style
And Jada, the name is filthy (uh-huh)
But so what? The motherfuckin' game is filthy (that's right)
You know, what? My mom and my pops really did a good job
But it was the Montega and the Cane the built me
So I could never hate on another brother
God is great, the devil is a motherfucker
When you broke but they think you got money
Crackers start showin' you love, your own people act funny
I tear niggas heads off, I don't discriminate
Waves, cornrows or dreads, I will eliminate
I'm far from a noodle nigga, I stab up block reps
And turn quiet streets into hot sex
Nigga, that's funny you say you a killa, how?
What is it the return of the killer clowns?
Akhi, you put no fear in my heart
I make your people say, "wow, that didn't look like my man"
They flipped him upside down, the coroner did what he can
He got hit wit ten rounds at point blank and point blank
Coldchain left that nigga stinkin'
Half static and face, I got the wrinkling, slugs all in it
I had my eyes on his mink and I didn't give 'em a chance to blimnk
When I jogged up on him, pressed the forty up on him, shocked him
Made his hair stand on end, like a baby, I rocked 'em
Your coffin's your cradle, you can't bite the hand that made you
That's the beginning of the end and you a thug that pretends
Call Coldchain Super Nigga, I got a great vision
I see through men and squeeze triggers with bullets that go through men
Fuck with SP, that's your date with death
Got bullets that'll break your chest
No sleep like I hate the rest
I'm in the hood like it's my fate to rep
I hold down any place I stepped
And I love gettin' slept on
'Cause I'm rawer than dope fresh outta Africa that never been stepped on
Dog, I'ma clap at you the minute that you rep wrong
Holiday, the Ghost the main reason why your set gone
Why I love riffin' and war, you wouldn't understand
'Cause my God is different than yours
If the world spin in a circle, I want 'em to learn move backwards
Kill niggas the first minute they jerk you
What you keep the toaster for creepin' through the hood
And shit ain't really good but I'm deeper than the ocean floor
Higher than a plane and meaner than a bull
I want your insides out, so I mean it when I pull
Rappers is talking to me as if, come on
We in the same boat, I tell them quick, no, I move coke (uh-uh)
And you and I don't share no common bond
So forgive me if I don't receive you with open arms (no)
It shames me to no end
To feed poison to those who could very well be my kin (uh-huh)
But where there's demand, someone will supply
So I feed them their needs, at the same time cry
Yes, it pains me to see them need this
All of them lost souls and I'm their Jesus
Deepest regret and sympathy to the streets
I seen 'em pay for they fix when they kids couldn't eat (so sorry)
And with this in mind, I still didn't quit
And that's how I know that I ain't shit (I ain't shit)
My heart bleed but that's aside from the fact
I live for my kids and theirs and them young'ns after that
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