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