Verse 1


I feel trapped, feel like I can't escape.
See my competition spitting bars and I just take.
A few moments alone to think to my self.

Haven't had a drop of alcohol since the accident when I jeopardised my health.
Done my self no one to blame.
Voice is $#&@ed feel I'm going insane.

Seems like the days are going even longer.
What doesn't kill me is making me stronger.
I stand in the mirror and I try to talk.

Getting so frustrated I'm nearly in tears.
outlet is gone and I need to walk.
This path of rap but it could take years.

Till my voice comes back. That's true facts.
So for now I just stick with my pen and my pad.
But ya see I'm glad.

Cause it coulda been worse.
Could be un able to write this verse.
Coulda lost my sight, coulda lost my life.

Can't rap at the moment so the words I type will have to suffice till I pick up the mike. Everyone ones got one and this is my fight.

Hook x2


In a box. No exits.
All I can do for the moment is be writing sentences.

About how I feel.
Has my rap career been killed?
This ain't fiction this is real.

It's how I deal with my struggle.

Verse 2


At the pub in the distance.
People rapping to each other that is what I witness.

Can't get a word in deep inside I'm hurting.
5 seconds of footage thinking was it really worth it.
Thinking worse case what if my voice don't come back.

Doctors giving me bad news straight to the point like a thumbtack.
Needing an operation in the office they debating on what really caused it the tube did when they forced it.
down my throat I couldn't cope so they put me in a dormant state. My mum waits by the bed until I wake up.

They remove the machine that is breathing for me and the state I'm in comes to light. %#@! I could've lost my life.

Hook x2


In a box. No exits.
All I can do for the moment is be writing sentences.

About how I feel.
Has my rap career been killed?
This ain't fiction this is real.

It's how I deal with my struggle.

Verse 3


In the car. Listening to a cd.
A song I know comes on and I try to join in singing.

Nope doesn't work cause I hurt my self while drinking.
People at my work always ask what was I thinking.
I wasn't the aim was to vomit write my self off and that's honest.

But look happened it turned to %#@!.
And now I might be stuck like this.
But I'm holding onto hope.

I'm still writing will not quit.
Until I can hit every note.
And hit them bars hard like a fist.

The words I spit are the truth. From a real life situation.
Wrote this %#@! down in the moment while I'm waiting.
For my self to heal, talk to god to strike a deal.

Give my voice back and the noise that I make will be surreal.

[speech]


Hook x1


In a box. No exits.
All I can do for the moment is be writing sentences.
About how I feel.
Has my rap career been killed?
This ain't fiction this is real.

It's how I deal with my struggle.

Last verse.

Wait last verse, let me change it up a little bit.

Put in hard work and be cutting down on silly %#@!.
Yep here that. That means that my voice is back.
Now I look in the mirror and I'm
Feeling glad.
I healed up good doesn't even look bad.

Is it kind of sad I rhyme with one syllable?
Hate get mad go try and get physical.
Don't go to go to church but I'm sure that god is hearing.
That I'm grateful for my words and see that I am veering.
Back on the straight and narrow.

On my mark just like an arrow

Hook x1

In a box. No exits.
All I can do for the moment is be writing sentences.

About how I feel.
Has my rap career been killed?
This ain't fiction this is real.
It's how I deal with my struggle.