(1st Verse: Wrekonize & Bernz)
You said you'd never ever break... down
But here I am sweeping... pieces off of the ground

You said you'd never, ever play... to crowds
But I've seen you hoping to play songs to them now
I've spent all night long scared of tomorrow, I broke my alarm

Everything is almost lost, pick it up slow, before it's gone...

(Hook: Wrekonize & Kendall Morgan)

We're fragile
(Wish I'd have known)
I never thought I'd be so fragile

(You're not alone)
If it didn't break before, it's about to
(We've been here before)

I don't ever want to change
I'm fragile
I don't ever want...

I don't ever...

(2nd Verse: Mike Thompson)

Call me a rapper, master at the craft. Delicate, can never let it get fractured.
My back hurts, from bouncing backwards after being raptured.
Life is a struggle when you got a couple rivals and antagonists asking for trouble.

Categorization of a catalyst to make this stress-level double.
An artist carving hieroglyphics, then trying to spit it...
Time is getting closer with a chip on my shoulder.

Notice you live a moment and THEN its over.
Focus on my heart as it only gets colder;
Start to overdose, go in a comatose... Every time you rip it apart.

Have thoughts of leaving this world, and then I'm blasting of to Mars.
I'd kill for what it's worth.
I'll actually go platinum, and have a reaction to Bactrum.

Could be in a padded room, and still get hurt.
You fear the worst, when you hear the verse, of an eerie curse.
(*##$, I don't even have sex in the air... So why would I give a FLYING !#@*?

Got to be good enough, taking down the best. Sorry to say, but your time is up!

(Hook)


(3rd Verse: Kendrick Lamar)
Tell me that I'm famous. Tell me that my name is,Big as Venus Jupiter and then Ur !@#*Tell me that your !@#* got your head in it.I can smell the articles and know you're heinous.Tell me that you love me, always thinking of me,Unconditional, I'm hoping I'm your favorite.Grab a fishing pole and throw me with the sharks,

That's the feeling I get when you're concentrating,On this pen, on this pad.
Tell me you're willing to diss on my craft.Tell me the feeling of picking apart this track.Stop...Putting my heart and my soul in these lines.
Telling me platinum and gold all the time.

Looking to bury, a deep hole for mine.
Drop...This is more than you, and this is more than you.
And your entire building slandering and abusing.

What I call the realest coming from a student.Told myself to use a poem as an UZI.
Empty magazine, I seen a magazine.You seen my trigger finger, then I started shooting.That was nicotine, I'm bout to smoke 'em all.And journalists involved should've known my music!


(Hook)