Lyrics Sobering Truth - Fox

Sobering Truth

Yeah
Check me out, look, yo
Used to move aggressive, don’t you know that I was sectioned
My mum dialled emergency services must have broke her
My dad and brother had to pin me on my sofa
They decided I need further help my mind is far from kosher
I grabbed the taser off the feds and try to shoot em' up
I thought my brother was the devil like he Lucifer
I lost my mind and went crazy didn’t know who to trust, Diagnosed me then
injected me like a computer does
I got cuffed and carted off but not arrested
Like how do you break it to your mates when you been sectioned
Too many days they had me up in there with nut cases
Wanted me on meds to calm be down, true I was frustrated
Can’t have me sitting in chairs like I’m vegetated
Found myself alone in rooms I was meditating
Brought myself back to life I was excavated
Started off with weed paranoia then it escalated
Pain in my brain I try to force it out my tongue
It’s feeling like the matrix cah they tell me that I’m the one but I don’t feel
these other rappers like I’m supposed to
I just go hard and lay my zone and fam I flow truths
Started at the back, I win the race coz I weren’t built to lose
Feel the yout who tells the truth like c’mon man what’s up with you
Tell you bout my life events I wish you’d witnessed, begging me to rap say I’m
the hardest in my district
In an ambulance feds either side of me, mother’s sitting there crying tears at
the sight of me
They had to fight to hold me down because I lost the plan, They tell me don’t
stop coz you’ll go far, now I got proper fans
Been on the streets since I left comprehensive, went college but I dropped it
like it’s hot to get the pence in
My mother told me that she ill, she don’t like working either, so I just go a
lot harder so she can retire
All them nights I’ve had to ride inside, in a single cell, you man ain’t had a
life like mine
I just throw these raps together I’ve been hard from time
Most of these other rappers shit but they just got co-signed
So they should rate me like GRM Daily
Flow smooth like a half pint of Baileys
I do this rap and probably wonder when they gon' pay me, until then I’ll be
licking all my cats like it’s the 80s
So if this industry gon' sign me hurry up
I get nicked with parcels and it’s back to jail and it’s fucked
Kiss goodbye to freedom I’d be back to banging up
Coz jail’s like a sauna when you can’t wait to get up
Locked in a box like a cretin
They gave me ten years before I told them guilty hope you get it
Early guilty plead that still got me a 7
They ain’t handing out tag for early release you can forget it
I heard my father’s fighting cancer, made my brain worse
It’s why I pop all these mad pills to contain all the hurt
But real talk the last time we spoke we was arguing
Ain’t spoke to that man since but feel to talk to him
I just vocalise the things that are scary to mention
Tell you all about the things man are failing to mention
I feel that if he pops his clogs I’ll miss the times lost
I’m holding grudges we ain’t spoke for like 9 months
But listen every time I’m rapping, I only get half of the story out about what
happened
And now I’m feeling like I’ll never reach my own potentials, they don’t believe
the words I wrote in all my raps then you can check credentials
I just talk a lot of pain that’s what they are feeling
Noodles out a packet, staring at my ceiling
Being fresh home felt excited like I was dreaming
And I guess thecrazy thoughts inside my head were just the demons
I rate my mother to the moon and back of course bro, she travelled up and down
to prisons and them courts, so
Imma do this legal ting for her, I went self employed a year back
But I’m still around the kerb and yo my dons are riding bids like a auction
house
See the depression in my face when I’m walking bout
And if you’re feeling real rap this what you are talking bout
And they ain’t feeling me yo, head for the exit what’s to talk about
Cah man are telling lies like it’s factual
And all these bitches say they love you like it’s actual
Okay you are talking hard but really could you back your talk
You’re trying hard to fit in, me I don’t give a fuck at all
They tell me, 'shake the depression you’re doing so well'
I just look at them like 'oh well'
Coz I got pain stuck in my torso like it’s chest hair
We get it popping like balloons man don’t get scared
Went from trap blocks with fat rocks to self employed cah dats hot
Would these brothers ride for me like Ascot
Okay, so now I’m rapping lemme interlude, a thousand other people rapping but I
tell the truth
And it’s all from my thoughts, if I mention kerbs, box me off still I coffin
dodge like a pensioner
Start to understand my life is being domestic
Try to paint this picture for you darg but it’s just hectic
If the devil shines light into my eyes I’m epileptic, still I put this pain
down on a page like I’m dyslexic
SB want a warm up session I wrote a madness
Dramas in my life would make your belly do a back flip
Talk but not the same in real life I call them catfish
Dropped the first vid, they said I’m real coz I don’t chat shit
And now this would probably be the realest shit I wrote and now they put my
words inside commas like a quote
BOW!