Why do I feel like I know,
Exactly what I need but I don't want it even though,
My dreams are falling deeper, I aint sleeping at the mo-ment
I'm in agreement with the reaper that my soul
Won't be sold, so I'm keeping on the low
Down like I don't see me being pro-fessional
Yes I will tell how you it is, powerless in my cowardice
Afraid I'd sacrifice happy marriages for an hours bliss.
But I don't wanna be my father
And I don't wanna lead a harder
Life looking for loving then fucking receiving nada,
Enough is enough and enough isn't even my starter
I start to wonder whats happened to my hunger?
Hearing clapping like its thunder, rapping like I'm under
The eye of the storm, the night I was born
Left my parents excited for dawn,
So many hopes, in the hands of an infant,
So many roads but my feet leave an imprint
Upon the wrong one, leaving my feelings in a condom
Feeling that I've gone wrong, long gone

Continue on a slippery slope, tipping liquor to throat
To liver with the wickedest quotes,
I'm cold so the lyrics I wrote need the thickest of coats
To listen I'm vociferously riffing the notes
As if I was broke and brittle as hope my spirit is choked.
I'm picking a rose from thickets of prose, I call it poetry
A different approach, you know its me until I give up the ghost,
Living in my shoes, is like still trying to fit into your size two's
Hardly comfortable but non refundable, I'm spitting haiku's
Sitting in my room clicking i-tunes trying to find new rhymes to vibe to
Rap music is a drive through, super-sized crews arrive to get a quick fix,
Greedy for the sweet ingredients of...
Thighs, breasts, coke, dough, cheddar and beef; the kids are addicted.
But I'm offering your nourishment, we're too clever to be force fed
I'm proffering encouragement, coughing up the current trend,
I'm sick of it, stir my coffee with a finger sitting watching all the colours blend
Thinking about, how to make a change
Take your money like M.I.A, never keep my paper plain
I write upon it like a vital thought upon the vacant brain,
Derail the gravy train of fakers on their way to crazy fame
Daily pain raining on my character,
The calibre of my ex was excalibur
Beautifully refined, but she cut me in two like a queue
When you've viewed someone you knew up in the line
What am I doing with my time?
Fast life, ruining my mind, cold chills moving up my spine
If by your enemies you could be defined, then I'm seemingly vexed
Fighting drink and all the meaningless sex
Demons seem to breathe on your necks
One threat seems to lead to the next, so my friends smoke weed
In the cold breeze, hoping they'll be free from the stress
But me I smoke beats when I'm weak and depressed.

That's how it is now, thats how it always be
I never change this is always me, in the hallway
Knocking till the doorways free,
My grammar's like the camera to scorsese, the director.
Tearing the mic apart, lion-heart silenced the lambs like Lector
When I'm writing bars, the resurrector of a dying art
Trying hard just to be known, adjusting my phone I dont -
Contact many contacts nowadays,
Spitting bitter like my thoughts are coming with a sour taste
Rappers are power crazed so I leave them paraphrased,
Cut short, cos I aint hearing what a coward says.