Cracks in My Composure [remix]

Why man be feelin' like da world be crumblin',

stumblin' round me each day?

Still man be holdin' composure,

standin' still—but man be strained, no way

At the centre of man's pain, yeah—

How am I risin'? How am I movin'?

Findin' some meanin' in my day,

how am I facin' it—retracin' it—what am I doin'?

How am I makin' it through what I don’t understan'?—

mind on spin—nah I don’t understan'

Each day—every day,

man's forcin' smiles I don’t own

Playin' parts—out of place,

never feelin' quite at home

Even d'o dey remain—

(yeah…) [Instrumental instruction: (slight beat pause at “cracks” let it breathe out the rest of the line)] cracks in mah composure.

Am smilin' d'o I’m achin',

standin' tall but feelin' small

Tryin' hard just to stand firm,

while my whole world starts to fall

I ain't finna know where I belong,

or where it all went wrong

I’ma finna hold me toget'er—

even d'o dey remain—

cracks in mah composure

All da while I’m breakin',

fakin' ground dat won’t stay

’Cause beneath it I’m shakin',

and it’s slippin' away

Dey throw hurdles—at mah feet,

I keep losin' da beat

Tryin' hard just to stan'—

on da shakin' concrete

Minimise—desensitise,

I’ve been told to stay small

Minimise—desensitise,

but I won’t fade—nah I won’t fall

Something deep inside me,

won’t accept that fate—not at all

even d'o dey remain—

cracks in mah composure

Yeah my heart’s in the right place,

still I push just to get t'ru

When da day turns to night,

it all comes back into view

There’s an ache I can’t shake,

and a truth dat I can’t fake

Nah I won’t shrink—nah I won’t fade,

just to fit into their days

Nah I won’t bend nor break,

just to be who they say

Am smilin' d'o I’m achin',

standin' tall but feelin' small

Tryin' hard just to stand firm,

while my whole world starts to fall

I ain't finna know where I belong,

or where it all went wrong

I’ma finna hold me toget'er—

even d'o dey remain—

cracks in mah composure

Am smilin' d'o I’m achin',

standin' tall but feelin' small

Tryin' hard just to stand firm,

while my whole world starts to fall

I ain't finna know where I belong,

or where it all went wrong

I’ma finna hold me toget'er—

even d'o dey remain—

cracks in mah composure