[Hip hop ^!$$% don't stop
Pens outta ink and my brains on the run
Hip hop ^!$$% don't stop

I tried too hard now my minds just $#&@ed] x4

Sitting back, just praying when I use to lack

Hitting that green %#@! til my present feels blank
Cos my present feels like it's never happened
Like I'm waiting for nothing and living future in the past - whack

I started writing a journal
Then realised that anything I write is already written in my songs erm
Life's %#@!ty if you ask me

Too many people tryna rip apart a dream because they can't hack it
Can't hack that somebody else is happier than them
Get up and do your own %#@!

If you have a problem
But if you get in my way
I dare say

That your (*##$ $$# won't see another day
And that's the sad truth if the truth is ever sad
Just give me a happy lie, and I'll take it all back

Now remember that there was a day
When complaints didn't happen daily
The same place didn't make us feel insane

Nostalgia digging deeper everyday
With little hope that the future holds something better
I pick up this pen and I write this letter

To anybody who cares to listen
The chimps already sick of spittin


[Hook]

I flow for anybody who cares more about the story

I do not flow for those who only care about the glory
The hip hop grows deeper as you listen
To every single line that I've written

I might change your views and perceptions of the world
but $#&@ that if it doesn't work
then the world keeps turning