Up From Here

I already know what it means to lose.

I already know what it means, nothing can touch me.

I already know what it means to hurt.

I already know what it means, nothing can touch me.

It's only, it's only, it's only upward, upwards, onwards, almost ended up astonished. We up in arms if they harm us, a faithful singer, call me the psalmist.

My tears collapse against the cement between my palms and my knees are weak, so

I looked up and laughed. I noticed I fell but landed on grass.

When head up with hell was handed my ass, I handed my test ahead of my class.

But what's the use if I can't produce a thought that's positive in the midst of war and odds are stacked against me? Imagine this, I might just go up from here.

Here goes my resignation from having the answers, yay and sway. To wifey, the same from bae and bae.

They bip the window on the tour van in Oakland, but we got that fixed next day.

I wish I were bulletproof or breastplate. Things that I can change, I affect change. But if

I can't, guess I gotta go and set fate.

Like, love lost, use pain a few old school cards. Use anger to begin my cross.

It's in danger, but I still ain't lost, 'cause -I. . .

-All is happening here.

I already know what it means to lose.

I already know what it means, nothing can touch me.

I already know what it means to hurt.

I already know what it means, nothing can touch me.

Nothing can touch me.

Nothing can touch me.

I already know what it means, hey.

Nothing can touch me.

I already know what it means to lose.

I already know what it means.

I already know this, hey.

I already know, I already know.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.

I already know.

I already know what it means. What it means.

It's only happening here.