Bring soul like my namesake was James Blake
Words carry weight, so lyrically I'm in great shape,
Shame face the fame chasers,
I'm happy in the same trainers,
That break apart while running for my train changes
Forget the tour bus, paid wages i'm short of,
Reaching in my pocket for the wallet full of more dust,
Still I'm worthy of your trust,
Writing in my house where the floors worn and the door bust,

How do you measure success?
I know I made it, on the day I don't see my mum stressed,
The honest loser banging on his drum sets
Who used to fall in love, in the middle of some drunk sex
I guess I lost enough bets,

But not I'm what I'll become yet,
You'll know that I was bright, only after my sunset
So best be packing after sun, when my tracks are done
I feel the burn, relax my lungs and master all the raps I sung
I'm brash and young, guess that I would love to have some fun,
But add the DS, and see yes that I do lack some funds,
Never con souls, I tell the truth to console the lost souls
On rocky roads, tripping over pot holes,

My future path is uncertain,
Though I'll be running from the past till I'm done hurting
Rappers love the verses of the guns bursting
That's all for show, time to close it down and pull curtains
Be yourself, I never seemed to find it difficult
I seem to you find you typical, I redefine a miracle
Place in it in recording booths, and keep the science empirical
Mix the physical and spiritual to leave residual
Of something so original. Call me lyrical,
Call me anything you want, give me ridicule,

I aint a hot pop star keeping my image cool,
Only to burn up, feeling like the bigger fool?

I prefer that you walk with me
Brother and sister please talk to me,
Shouts to the man on the boards and beats
I'm out, graduate with the course complete.