| I am a bit of a difficult hypocritical prick | 
| Who’ll always get into a pickle, but the sins I commit | 
| Are all above board; | 
| this is for everyone I’ve got love for | 
| Who helped me up through the window by the shut doors | 
| Pulled strings, untangled the web, and cut cords | 
| And if you didn’t assist this, then up yours | 
| My business is to give hits to kids | 
| That have been amiss from the industry hit list | 
| This flow’s for those who were bullied in school | 
| You’ll grow to show those tools that they don’t rule | 
| This is for those who are bullies in school | 
| You’ll realise you can be nice and fully cool | 
| Some of us look back at that as the worst days | 
| Others still suffer that exact crap in the workplace | 
| From virgins that never had a first date | 
| To unwanted babies that never had a birthday | 
| This is for single moms, working three jobs | 
| To keep your sprog in the Reeboks that he wants | 
| This rap’s for single dads, fighting to see their kids | 
| Crying, thinking if they even understand he exists | 
| Here’s some acknowledgement | 
| I’ve set the controls for the heart and the soul | 
| Of those whose woes have hardly been told | 
| Too many hearts of gold are treated like pyrite | 
| So it’s high time I tried to set this bias right | 
| Feeling low? | 
| My lines’ll leave your hopes high as kites | 
| Incite delight like a cherry bright sky at night | 
| This vocal’s for locals who are frightened in their neighbourhood | 
| Refrain from leaving home at night; | 
| afraid of violent raping muggers | 
| For the same buggers doing crime to pay for drugs | 
| It never meant to end this way, you’re stuck; | 
| pain sucks | 
| Change looks like something that’ll never happen | 
| But if I let that thinking win, I’d never end up rapping | 
| For those in prison, those who did and those who didn’t | 
| The victims that they did it to and those who witnessed it | 
| For those who overcome their hopeless bitterness to show forgiveness | 
| Whether you do or don’t is no-one's business | 
| For those who wish to string them up until they know their miseries | 
| Life’s a winding hillside road and the slope is slippy | 
| For the people upon the picket lines | 
| Miners who down their pick and strike | 
| Strive for a different life | 
| For the silent majority | 
| Tightening your waistline to prop up an economy | 
| You probably hadn’t a problem with til the bottom dropped off of it | 
| But now you’re picking up the tab and haven’t got a tip | 
| This is for the elderly, sitting in their chairs alone | 
| Or bedridden in a bug ridden nursing home | 
| A verse devoted to you, and who you truly are | 
| The same you that you’ve ever been, I’ve seen you shoot for the stars | 
| But gravity ravages things savagely | 
| So let my lyrics lift your spirits up from incapacity | 
| Cause I’m the captain of this flagship actually | 
| And you’re a VIP invited to fly the galaxy with me | 
| This is for the carers, looking after another | 
| I understand you want to be more than just a mother | 
| How can you have a lover, or any other life | 
| If you couldn’t find someone else to come and grab the cover? | 
| Changing a duvet’s much easier with two, hey? | 
| Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Monday, Tuesday | 
| For those stuck at home, chronic illness, health problems | 
| A lot of guilt makes you want to kill yourself often | 
| What little help I can offer to soften the blow? | 
| Can’t invent anything off of the top of the dome | 
| But you’ve not been forgotten and I just want you to know | 
| Wherever you are, my flow will boldly go | 
| I swear by the Father, the Son, the Holy Ghost | 
| Jehovah, Allah, Muhammad, whoever holds the most | 
| Control over the souls of the unappreciated | 
| It will keep ebbing away every day that people play this shit | 
| I try to recognise | 
| Those who’ve been left aside | 
| Come aboard my enterprise, and boldly… | 
| I try to recognise | 
| Those who’ve been left aside | 
| Come aboard my enterprise, and boldly… |