| Yeah
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| You can say that I ain’t right
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| Smoke so much yeah I blaze like I hate life
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| ?, I’m okay but my brains fried
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| Like I’m crazy but sane at the same time
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| Fuck the fame I’m ashamed of my name type
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| It’s a cage and I’m breaking it late night
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| Saking a strain with a page and a bass line
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| Slaving away never played on the safe side
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| Wait, I gotta shout for my crew’s sake
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| We found out a few mates are two-faced
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| True snake, you tripped out then grew hate
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| But it’s too late you bitched out and moved states
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| So I won’t sway I’m unable to turn or quit
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| 'Till the flames that I spray might burn a bridge
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| It’s okay 'coz my aim is to murder shit
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| Until I’m changing the game like Kerser did
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| How many doubters are now getting shitty
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| 'Coz they thought I was down for the count
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| Wasn’t out of the bound
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| I was now setting gritty
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| With the pen letting out all the sound that is in me
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| I think I’m working in overdrive
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| Like my circuitry’s motorised
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| Said I’d learn and it’s no surprise
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| That if the moments night
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| That I could grow to rise
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| You don’t know but I know the sky
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| I guess we get drunk of the misery
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| Stuffing the victory
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| Doesn’t mean to shit to me
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| Stuck in a trip from the drugs that I’ve hit
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| 'Till I’m bugging and twitching
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| You must’ve been kidding me
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| It’s like I’ve suffered an injury
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| I feel stuck like cuffs are restricting me
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| I say to fuck with this industry
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| 'Coz I literally don’t give a fuck what you’s think of me
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| Like where do I start
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| Hand on my heart but I tear it apart
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| I’ll stand in the dark with a flair that I’ve sparked
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| As I laugh like I’m careless
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| I’m scared of my past
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| I’m fair with 'em hearts
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| Like yo, will I die young?
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| Broken inside but I’ll go for the triumph
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| 'Coz I’ll grind to the moment I rise
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| If you didn’t watch out just know that I’ll rise up
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| Like where do I start
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| Hand on my heart but I tear it apart
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| I’ll stand in the dark with a flair that I’ve sparked
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| As I laugh like I’m careless
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| I’m scared of 'em past
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| I’m fair with 'em hearts
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| Like yo, will I die young?
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| Broken inside but I’ll go for the triumph
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| 'Coz I’ll grind to the moment I rise
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| If you didn’t watch out just know that I’ll rise up
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| But they’re telling me I lost my buzz
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| What the fuck have I done
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| Was it not enough?
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| Like, flat out was constant rush
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| Onto drugs, not buds I was popping stuff
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| Off my nut, not once was I offered trust
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| I got off that stock, I’m not on the stuff
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| But I still feel lost as fuck
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| Or all trapped like a cop with cuffs
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| I’m like what’s the fuss
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| 'Coz it’s all a sick game
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| I thought I was safe
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| Now I’m more than insane
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| I was born for the stage
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| And you saw my gigs aye?
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| I spit too raw to support the big names
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| But, fuck a slow paced set
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| You pave your own way to my road rage
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| When the race has no lane well it’s okay then
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| No players
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| No game
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| There is no safe end
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| But, am I meant to be a grown-up?
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| Well I don’t feel like I’ve grown up
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| I feel so fucked that I go numb
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| But I close up like cuts that were sewn shut
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| Nah, I don’t wanna be alone
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| But I’m a loner
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| It’s the way that I’ve grown so I don’t know
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| ? |
| But I’m over it
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| Smoke a bit
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| Tokes get stoned
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| Then I choke on it
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| Coz no light but the skies are grey
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| I got my eyes on the prize but the light could fade
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| Should I reside to the side or resign the page
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| I won’t write coz I’ll find a way
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| I write rhymes of a night
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| Tell em why?
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| 'Coz I’m wide awake
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| I’m not tired
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| I’ll die for the mic like I might escape
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| 'Coz some wait for their life to change
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| But why wait?
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| C’mon fight to decide your fate
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| Like where do I start
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| Hand on my heart but I tear it apart
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| I’ll stand in the dark with a flair that I’ve sparked
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| As I laugh like I’m careless
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| I’m scared of 'em past
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| I’m fair with my hearts
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| Like yo, will I die young?
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| Broken inside but I’ll go for the triumph
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| 'Coz I’ll grind to the moment I rise
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| If you didn’t watch out just know that I’ll rise up
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| Like where do I start
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| Hand on my heart but I tear it apart
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| I’ll stand in the dark with a flair that I’ve sparked
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| As I laugh like I’m careless
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| I’m scared of 'em past
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| I’m fair with my hearts
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| Like yo, will I die young?
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| Broken inside but I’ll go for the triumph
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| 'Coz I’ll grind to the moment I rise
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| If you didn’t watch out just know that I’ll rise up |