[Intro: J. Monty & James Blake]
I don't know about my dreams
Yeah
I don't know about my dreaming anymore
All that I know is
I'm falling, falling, falling, falling

[Verse 1: J. Monty & James Blake]
It's hard to dream again, when you look into the dark and you see families thrown apart
And then you heart starts to bleed for them (Might as well fall in)
Little kids on the block and they talkin' Glocks and they don't know they pops
And they sought to see they friend, that they grew up with
On 16th street, go six feet deep, one by one, gun by gun, ash by ash, dust by dust
Momma, please don't cry for me
Tell me how am I supposed to feel when I walk into the Riverdale Walmart building
And I get chills when I see that I'm the only daddy in there loving on his children
So was it worth it Martin Luther? Marchin' through the rough parts and the scars from Ku Klux
I wonder if Rosa Parks would move up if she coulda just saw the future
These hearts is too cut, these parts is too rough, these kids are't credited by the cards they shoot up
We used throw rocks when they park the school bus and now they sqeeze triggers and target you bruh
Our ancestors hung when they brought that noose up
We're tryna not to follow suit but it's hard such
When every reason to live, is another reason for them to lie to you, th'

[Chorus: J. Monty & James Blake]
I don't know about my dreams
No more, no more
Dreams
I don't know about my dreams
No more, no more
I don't know about my dreaming anymore
All that I know is
I'm falling, falling, falling, falling
[Verse 2: J. Monty]
See it's hard to be dreaming when darkness I creepin' (Might as well fall in)
Your heart doesn't speak to the God you believe
You cuttin' yourself but your arm isn't bleeding
You cover your scars with a cardigan sleeve
You don't know where to go 'cause your heart is misleadin'
You turn on your music when Father is screamin'
I know you don't want me so pardon my breathing
Don't start with the preachin', it's hard but I'm leaving
Huh? Now you marching with demons, your heart has been seasoned, it's harder to season
They talk about Jesus, He's hard to believe like an aussie is freezin'
So walk in the church and throw darts at the deacon
You'll do anything illegal just to get that house downtown where that loft is
Fresh hardwood down with an office
I got a homie locked down now for that nonsense
And it's drowning my conscious 'cause I feel like it's my fault so let me add a little fix to it
I'm on a mission to instill wisdom and get people to implemented through this music
See the reason this word is ripped in two and everything we do just isn't moving
Is 'cause we steady chasing our own dreams
Instead of the dreams God wants to give to us

[Chorus: J. Monty & James Blake]
I don't know about my dreams
No more, no more
Dreams
I don't know about my dreams
No more, no more
I don't know about my dreaming anymore
All that I know is
I'm falling, falling, falling, falling
[Outro]
Might as well fall in
Might as well fall in