It feel like my life's steady sinking
I'd never thought that I'd spend my nights heavy drinking
Never thinking of the consequence,
Chucking away the money that I should be spending on the rent
Confidence i'm lacking in, so why are many even reckoning I'm arrogant?
If anything my rapping brings help like samaritans
I'm balancing priorities, I'm never there for mum and so I offer my apologies
Somebody's daughters sinning, tarry on her knees,
Cigarette smoke pirouettes is carried on the breeze,
I must have made maid Marion displeased,
There's an arrow in my heart and now it's challenging to breathe.
I see realities of love, standing laughing in the streets
Hand grabbing on my sleeve into her embrace.
But actually it's lust, I find it difficult to trust so look upon my friends face...

0.54

It might take a few (of your)
Emotions x3(repeat)
It might take of few (of his)
Emotions x3
It might take a few (of her)
Emotions x3


1.14

I've seen love and hate, in broke homes of no hope
Where dreams seem to suffocate, and souls cope
With alcohol addiction, I've found the whole depiction
Is medicine thats better than the Calpol in your kitchen,
The Friction broke, like a thunderstorm,
Dark clouds in my mind that remind me of Uncle Shaun,
Well I aint Schizophrenic, but they want me meeting counsellors
Cos I aint sympathetic to it all, and they say I've lost my emotion
Like messages in bottles that get tossed in the ocean
For a long time I fostered a notion, that such a loss
Is just the cost of devotion to this, I know a moment of bliss
When I write, it's difficult to replicate that feeling in my life
Then every breath I take is really even realer on the mic,
Chilling listening to Dilla in the middle of the night



It might take a few (of your)
Emotions x3(repeat)
It might take of few (of his)
Emotions x3
It might take a few (of her)
Emotions x3


I'm living in a new home, set my studio up the first day that I came
To make the truth known, running out of money
Mum is looking for a new loan, I know that I should help
But everything I get is soon blown, on nights out
Where i'm losing my mindstate,
See the life that I'm choosing for Christ's sake!?
Hop away from coppers who are mopping up the crime rates,
Pocket full of poppers - property of one my mates
I'm not sure he's aware of the high stakes...
Should I be scared of mistakes that I might make
Swallowing my sorrow with the raps that I write wait -
We're all following the path that our life takes
In that case you don't choose your direction,
I can't advise you but use your protection,
Many merry youths aren't amused by conception
I know Girls in the schools who assumed that affection
Was the reason that they did it, but fathers run away
another day and that could even break your spirit
Take my lyrics as a gift, delivered with a kiss
A little driven by the rhythm if your giving it a miss...
I don't mind that, I rhyme tracks for the listener
In the prison where your minds trapped, I'm just a visitor
But I could set you free, give me time to
If my friends are in need then believe i'm beside you

3.20

It might take a few (of your)
Emotions x3(repeat)
It might take of few (of his)
Emotions x3
It might take a few (of her)
Emotions x3