Time to take it back to the basics Blank canvas Wipe the chalk off the board Go and clap the erasers Be your authentic self and do the things that you haven't practised in ages Boy, it's time to embrace the changes But I know that you wanna take it back to the days when They didn't even know what your name is But nowadays nothing comes before music, he actually craves this And if you know him, and I mean actually know him Then you know that it's nothing but facts in his statements Caught writing bars in the stock room one too many times Sacked on the day shift And he was on the crappiest wages But it was enough to get by Ironic how he's bagging up food to suppress the hunger Pain's back on the pavements Middle finger to the scene 'cause he doesn't ever really give a crap for his status Hibernation season so it's back to the basement For the young boy who needs to deploy his emotions and actually face this The sound as the ink transfers to the pad was his only distraction in ages Hopefully he could be the change in a place with a couple backward arrangements So let me ask you a question Think hard what the answer could be Was this story about him?
Or was this story about me? What you know about his struggle? What you know about his pain? This is the game of life But is he tryna win that game? Nah Does he really wanna live? I'll swap the I for an O and ask 'Cause you know that we can't sell love What you know about tryna give your heart? What you know about tryna benefit from the benefit money? You don't wanna leave your bed in no hurry When your mum thinks "Lord, let my son rise" But those days never turned out sunny Tryna find light when I wake in the dark He stepped out of the yard, went back in a hurry 'Cause he left his nank on the side and if them man catch him it won't be funny Do you know what it's like? Tryna fight hunger with sleep [?] It feels like the floor's gone from underneath Constantly fall but never reach the knees And all he's got is his word but know that's something he don't wanna eat Now he's holding his belly with the type of pain that won't pass with a peppermint tea Do you know what it's tryna hide behind the mask? To not show your true feelings, same mask that we wear in the dark So let me ask you a question Think hard what the answer could be Was that story about him?
Or was that story about me? Look, I don't know but either way One thing is for certain - tomorrow's never guaranteed One sec, let me freeze the frame Give thanks that I breathe today No time like now, let me elevate this I'm so focused on my piece of cake My school teachers told me I'd never make it So I smoke weed to relieve the pain Face isolation, separated, if he ever went class then he'd misbehave Academically uneducated, but not once did he need the grades Now he's picking up keys of grade And breaking all them keys to Zs, then breaking all the Zs to eighths 'Cause he's graduated the streets way
My biggest fear is snakes And I'm not talking about the ones kept in a tank I'm talking about the ones you call "bro" That said they'd never leave and they'd have your back But they weren't there, got stabbed in the back You weren't even safe in your home fam So don't tell me "get with the program" When I could get stabbed on the way to the shop for a coke can We tried to steal more time So we jacked [?] from the road yutes Your whole life been a low move So when you need help who do you go to? I heard you go through what you go through and that's how you're supposed to So stop saying you're being slept on You ain't entitled, nobody owes youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
