Here we go, only just a year ago,
I sat up at my writing desk trying out material
Most of it was it was saying cheerio
To serial offenders, when it came to making embers,
Of old flames, a cold game, May into December,
I hate that I remember, I hate that I was played,
I was blatantly dismembered, by your temper when it frayed,
Never again.

Be cautious of the doorways in memory lane,
Should you enter I'm afraid you'll be getting detained,
It cost me a lot so I'm indebted to pain,
I may have lost, but don't forget what i've gained,
It heavily rained, on the day that I was born,
I've always had experience of weathering storms
My raps wrap rap bandages,
No tracks lack candidness
I wax lyrical, mic shining like a candle stick,
Put my stamp on it.

Signed, sealed, delivered..
Battle my demons need to find shields and quivers,
Still I see me as child running through the fields and rivers,
Now i'm running through the rhymes, till your spines feeling shivers,
Give us a moment to relax,
Opponents see the omens in components of my tracks,
That I give heart, like organ donors in my raps,
So your sales are flat, my condolences for that

Attract good luck like money spiders,
Loved the sunny days sipping summer ciders,
Romance on city nights,
Wheel of fortune spinning us to dizzy heights,
I said my past was ugly, that was pretty right,
Enough to make me contemplate the fifty flights,
Fall into oblivion, calling for deliverance,
Praying to the Lord, trying to make a parachute
En route to my doom tearing pages out Corinthians…