Seems only yesterday, we'd spend our day
On park kickabouts, setting out jumpers for goalposts
Now we hold toasts skywards
Celebrating where are lives went, ironically
For the lively vibes got swapped for 9 to 5's
And most of us won't follow dreams,
Me included, I don't sell this - I'm free with music,
Talk is only cheap if you don't mean what you speak
I bleed the truth with each heartbeat,
Fountain pens are arteries, you can study this in art degrees,
If you so please,


Our generations drowns in legal and illegal highs,
Under the eagle eyes of CCTV,
It's a far cry from CBBC, forget your HD 3D screens,
And take me back to live and kicking,
No matter what rhyme i'm picking, i'm just trying to find
The kind, that you would find the time to fit in,
In between your cares and preoccupations,
These observations are constellations,
They will shine long after my demise,
With their warm glows, i'm ice cold, bring your warm clothes
Rapping like scarves round collarbones,
I don't paint monochrome, paint my name on your honour roll
On a roll like rolling stones, laying hats in many homes
Aint my style now, that's probably why I smile now
Ready to fly now, my future roads a runway

Say goodbye now, I call this song Sunday.