Now your tumbling is humbling, you're falling, you're mumbling
Under your breath, like you knew this day was coming
Now let's pray that arm candy
That you left your ex for, stay down and come in handy..
'Cause come January, it gets cold
when the letters start to slow, and your commissary's low
And lawyers screams appeal, only thinking about a bill
and your chances are NIL
Damn, gravity's ill..
- Jay-Z (Fallin’)