Dreaming today is rarely found, so the dreamer finds it hard, you don't need the anatomy chart, if you're looking to find your heart, if you look at this type of art, there are many that disbelieve you, we're not provided the right of hindsight, or the privilege of preview. so you never where you stand, or how the future will unveil but like everything you can never win, if you're too afraid to fail, I've bailed on many times where I should've stayed, Didn't take decisions that maybe maybe I should have made, Shudder from regrets or accept them and build another day, This projects for the people who feel that there aint another way, to cut loose from the bonds that are trapping you, Let me introduce, imagination avenue.

Since we're all made of stardust, Cut me and I shine, aint a rhyme of mine you can't trust, I don't shine with what I wear and I own, Dug from diamond mines tearing up Sierra Leone, Why be the King of rap, I don't care for the throne, When there's kids doing drugs on the stairs to my home, Single parents alone, working three jobs to feed em' Dreaming of the day they find some monetary freedom, Gang warfare spilling out from Peckham to Brixton Government couldn't care whether they wreck em or fix em Blessings are distant in this pessimist system There are lessons but I'm guessing we missed them, For this cycle repeats, like the pedals kids ride on the streets, Turning over where the night is a thief, stealing peace of mind And the sirens compete, cops are violent on beats fighting the youth, so the youth wanna fight the police Remember we are governed are ruled By politicians coming from the same couple of schools Education secretaries would probably be more surprised If they had to teach some classes of at least forty five, Deprived areas are various, and multiplying, MP's see the knives, say its their fault they're dying, It aint as clear cut, as that, For we don't change the poverty, we turned our backs Learned our facts in the classrooms, at least we assumed But British History is taught with a pinch of the truth, War heroes and never slave traders, Protector of our neighbours not colonial invaders, Of petroleum we're raiders, so there's blood on the sands Little Afghan boys, see the blood on our hands, We would understand, if we removed the wool to peak out Got freedom of speech, until your using to speak out Remember we are governed are ruled By politicians coming from the same couple of schools

Welcome to the valley, where a shadow of breath, Blows winds that are carrying death, And the angels have no chariots left, Too many children who are stabbed in the chest, Too many mothers wearing black and regrets, Rappers are back in effect to glorify this human lack of respect They could catch you in the back of the neck, Dramatic hacking in a panic like a manic Macbeth Life is a gamble like roulette with the black and the red So play to win, the world's dark depending on the way it spins Chorus We used play the sims, to recreate a family, Added in the Dad, he wasn't present in reality, Save your sympathy I never was a casualty, Had a strong mother, and she nurtured my morality, Taught me any dream I had deserved my hospitality, Without her, probably would've lost my sanity, I hope my students have a similar figure, So they never know the glimmer of triggers While their cold blood's flowing in its shimmering rivers, Each drop is like a billion mirrors, Reflecting how we're living, aint no miracle with us, Jesus Christ, I worry bout them when I sleep at night, On the streets where the girls sell for an easy price, You'd be surprised at how cheap is life, I turn to beats and mics to try to find some peace of mind Read between the rhymes I need to cry most times, Imagine you inside a building, with suicidal children, Who am I to try to heal them? I came from broken home, That kinda shit hits the marrow of your bones, Chorus We used play the sims, to recreate a family, Added in the Dad, he wasn't present in reality, Save your sympathy I never was a casualty, Had a strong mother, and she nurtured my morality, Taught me any dream I had deserved my hospitality, Without her, probably would've lost my sanity, I hope my students have a parent that cares, Parents evening, rarely any parents are there, Barely aware of whereabouts of their son, Who'll soon be graduating from a knife to a gun, This cities reckless, some kids are never given breakfast, Or any kind of love and now their living with a death wish, Wake Mr Cameron like slaps in the face, He might realise the issue of these Hackney estates, Shackled to hate, and far too trapped to escape, The only thing you have is forming gangs with your mates, Of course I can't understand the pain, But young boys who are man of the house, I did the same Chorus We used play the sims, to recreate a family, Added in the Dad, he wasn't present in reality, Save your sympathy I never was a casualty, Had a strong mother, and we worked to get normality Taught me any dream I had deserved my hospitality, Without her, probably would've lost my sanity,

Voices. I never really ever really had a chance, handling my gambling, planning for an avalanche, snowfall with a phone call, call the ambulance, red cross, doctor, psychologist, samaritan see i'm need em all, bleed a baritone narrative, deep in the shallow end, shadows on my character illuminated by the sunlight, star traveller, unravelling the map again, fathoming space time faced time God, who not told me to waste time, dance with the devil, pick a beat for the base line little bit of literary knack, illegitimately ripping up a track, don't rap for a pay rise, penny for my thought let me say mine, many of my mates got left by the wayside, when I was a kid I would kicking it a break time picking up a pen considering to make rhyme skip a little bit, see me listening to Jay lines, Jay-Z, J-Cole, Jay Elect, late nights now what i'll be thinking of is when I wanna take flight JFK runway looking great right? Headful of voices Bed full of choices Handful of options Eyeful of problems (x2) More than half of the time so full of it, Doubt that you can stand it, Let alone stomach it This is studious shit, new fans popping up because of Scroobius pip, asking me 'so what you do get picked?' what will do when your rich? You gonna blow like vesuvius big? Wait until the ash settles I use to hate the famous, now that's pot to a black kettle Back peddle, rap rebel, with a track medal, Roger Banner with some dodgy grammar Setting mad records, Doing better than my dad reckoned, doing better mum that my mum bet Both watch your son rise, Knowing that your son's set, And that's enough said Headful of voices Bed full of choices Handful of options Eyeful of problems (x2) More than half of the time so full of it, Doubt that you can stand it, Let alone stomach it Find me in the land of the lost Trying to be winning while I'm handling loss, Never at the altar with my hand on a cross, Trying to buy time, didn't plan for the cost Of living, where your dying to be flying WIth the supernovas, I doubt that anyone around here truly knows us Violets are red, I see the blue in roses, Turn the world on its head, we're the new composers, No groupie posers hanging round like movie posters, I came into the scene, like it was through osmosis Promising the biggest highs, in the fewest doses Dealing with the lowest lows, you could cope with, I saved a kid's life the other week, He was on the road side choking and he couldn't breathe Saw the tears of the panic that were frantic on his mother's cheeks, Made me realise how fragile life is, Time goes fast in an actual crisis, I am just a man with many natural vices, What I mean is far from a saint, dealing with my demons In the art I paint, you won't, Find it in the Sistine Chapel, since Eve took a bite from a pristine apple, They say that we fell, but I say that we rose, Plant Paradise right where you are and it grows. but Papa was a rolling stone, but still his son was never rolling stoned, sitting by the coast, with the weed smoke, ironic how getting your fix, will make you be broke (x2) Headful of voices Bed full of choices Handful of options Eyeful of problems (x2) More than half of the time so full of it, Doubt that you can stand it, Let alone stomach it