Hook: Life's a bitch that i've been unhappy fucking with the kind of bitch that takes more than you were ever gonna give. A slut that takes the piss always acting like a bitch to have you look at how you live like "this life it's just a bitch!" It's not often that i kneel by my bed and i pray but still i gaze into the sky and still wonder what to say. If god's really there does he listen to Day? If i gave in to faith would that make it all ok? Really i'm scared but of what i'm unsure. Maybe the comfort of sin and embracing it's warmth, my devilish core and the blackness so pure, the sickness of this feeling i can't take this shit no more. Shit it's breaking me down and i can't see the cost of the emptying of my soul through everything i've lost. I feel the icy coldness like the early morning frost as i try switching off the part of me that gives a toss. I'm walking in darkness still pacing the rain staring back through the mirror still dealing in pain, trying to come to terms with the things i can't explain as i keep repeating my history to walk these roads again. HOOK x2 I feel the coldest shadows casting light onto my shame, while knowing deep inside my heart that there's only me to blame coz inside my tempers flame spits poison at sense of reason til my ideas of rationality get forced into leaving. I know i'll burn in hell there's no place for me above coz ever since my birth i've been fucking this shit up. Turned away from god young so it's pointless looking up. I said it's pointless try escaping when monotony's got you stuck. My final destination hasn't really crossed my mind. I can't see where i'm headed like this journey's got me blind. I should look for some direction with my eyes open wide to peer through my reflection at the person deep inside. I don't know who i am where i'm going or i'm lost like the bus went past my stop and the driver wont let me off. I'm sick of picking a connection just to have it fucking dropped, to being led to all these door to find them fucking locked! HOOK x2 Am i a coward inside coz i can't take my life? Am i a coward inside coz i've tried to more than twice? Am i a coward inside coz i'm forced to hide this knife? Am i a coward inside coz i'm scared of this life? I like to think of heaven as a place of eternal peace but it's an idea for the weak. An idea i can't keep coz heaven against damnation it don't fit with my belief coz i'm an atheist at war against all of you sheep! I tried telling in prior verses i keep dreaming of hearses wreaths reading worthless an omen to make me nervous like seeing people who hate me resurface for the service to see me in the ground to spit on me on purpose. I know i'm not perfect but then tell me who is! I mean don't we all slip up on this journey that we live? Some really lose their footing, i've stumble and tripped face down in the same dirt i tasted as a kid.

(Hook) Allow me the freedom the space and the time allow me the energy allow me to try. Allow me the vision that i see in my mind allow me the light allow the beacon that shines. Levo: Allow me to introduce myself as the sickest in the game. With sado-masochistic tendencies i don't shy away from pain it's like i'm stabbing myself with lyrics til the ink it flows like veins, until it splashes on the page like i'm writing in the rain. It's like i'm trapped inside myself it's like i can't get out my shell it's like i'm locked inside a cell inside the bowels of hell. so, what have i got to say to you to make you see clearly that lyricially you're not near me? you'd better steer clear of me coz i'm stacking up these rappers like they're sandbags for the flood that i'm leaving in my wake after bathing in their blood, without a beat to fucking crank and some strings to wake me up without an overdose on keys and a nicely stacked drum. without a simple bassline and a slow deep low sub. without hearing inside my head some nice scratches to cut it up. see i'm living for this music but i'm not chasing no dream of that superstar lifestyle of touring making cream. HOOK x2 Levo: Since day one i started rapping i been all about a passion for a love i feel inside for music's fatal attraction, knowing it's gonna bring me down and push me over the edge it's gonna put me in the ground before it's time to meet my death. Do i want music to make me money? of course that shit be nice. It'd be nice to make that dollar after wasting all these nights but i don't focus on getting paid as i'm filling up a page with the rage i almost slayed using writing as an aid for me to get my mind together and to shelter from stormy weather that was creeping up behind me as if poems could make it better. In school i tried to write some rhymes and lay my thoughts bare. They didn't understand. they laughed and i stood there drenched in hurt, i took it pretty personal kept my poetry out of sight. Kept well hidden from my friends how i was spending most my nights coz i knew i weren't the same as my peers blind to pain. Blind to suicide attempts at only 14 years of age! HOOK x2 Levo: Now tell me how can i go back to the places i've run from now i'm on terra-firma i'm not running through the swamps. Nothings grabbing at my legs, trying to make me fall quick. Trying to fuck with my mind like that bunch of therapists who couldn't analyse shit. Couldn't make the evil quit. Make it leave me the fuck alone when i was just some troubled kid. Shit, the best thing they done for me was teach me free form writing. It's writing without connection to your brain and it's frightening what the pen writes automatic without no real thought attached. My spastic mind's drastic and something inside snapped made me come out fighting fighting back against my fate. Use electric and lightning to shock it into place. Now i'm obsessed with these words like i'm A.S.D Asperger's like i'm cursed to be hurt for wanting my own terms, to only answer to me. Nobody telling me to work. Nobody telling me what to say. No prick censoring my words HOOK x2 Colsey: I came in this game with no intention of getting signed. I was living kinda rough doing what i must to get on by, i'm feeling like i'm lost but they don't ever hear me cry. That's why i write these bars and lay my life down on these rhymes the lord knows i'm a sinner but go knows that i tried i strayed down the wrong path when the devil was on my side but i always had god guiding me as someone to confide coz we all need someone to turn to going through hard times. The light is shining bright i feel it beaming down my face but i've been living in the dark so long it feels so far away. The walls are slowly crumbling but the pain don't fade away i got my daughter now that means ive got to pave the way. I remember being broke when i was signing on the dole no one opened up the doors i had to open them on my own. I got love for ya if ya helped on my way back from the bottom but dont expect me to give you hands out if ya never did me nothing

Hook: Tell me bitch why act all fond? Tell me bitch did i come on too strong? Tell me bitch. Tell me substance of my songs. Tell me bitch where the fuck i went wrong!? Ok i get the point you don't really wanna know, but i get straight to my point bitch i really need to know what the fuck i ever done that fucking made you need to go. Made you run up out the scene like a robber with the dough. Yeah i gave you all my heart bitch and all that came in tow. I got nothing in return but a topic to hit with flow. Bitch you made me feel a fool. Made me see that i'm slow, that i fall for a bitch quick before the bitch begin to show. Bitch i treated you so special, should have treated like a ho. Yeah i should have spiked your drink to make it easy get a blow. I loved you. I hate you. Fuck it i don't know but i do know you hate me and you've prayed i overdose. Don't laugh it's not funny bitch no one told a fucking joke. You're pissing me off again so give me you're neck i'm gonna choke the fucking life out of you. Bare hands no fucking rope coz i wanna feel them bones breaking up to cut your throat. HOOK x2 I don't mean to cause offense but had enough of this you tart! I mean there's so much i could say if i knew where the fuck to start like yeah thanks for that card but we've drifted so far apart for it to mean shit to me, why hold onto that part of your recent history past related to the pain within my heart. Look at the pain you caused me bitch when you ripped my life apart! Now it's clear to me girl you've perfected the art of fucking a guy up like a blowpipe poison dart. Now i doubt i'll trust a bitch and off my feet i wont be swept never give her all my heart til the requirements are met. Coz i've met so many head fucks these crazy birds and skets that'll try and keep you guessing misinformed what to expect. If you let them get too close your head will just get wrecked and you'll be left worse off than you begin to expect so keep your finger on the button. Stay ready to eject evil bitches from your life so your sanity's well kept! HOOK x2 Pride came before i fell coz i was caught up in your spell but bitch if i'm honest still i see you hot as hell, the only problem that i got is disbelieving all you tell. Straight up think you're telling lies to try and save me from my hell but nah it didn't work bitch i'm left an empty shell. Left a shadow of myself. Left with pain and made to dwell. So to try and save myself it's about time i say farewell now you're losing me pretty quickly but it's pointless to tell. Can't believe i gave my heart just to have it thrown back. Can't believe i gave my time just to have it fucking jacked so you're getting one last track before i take the power back. Before i pull the plug for good turn emotionally black so bitch shut your trap while i have this last laugh. Forget that four letter word it's the first i'll retract i'm taking back every word i may have said after that coz now you've proved your worth, to me you're worthless that's a fact HOOK x2

Hook: Music over bitches, piranhas. They viscous. Music over bitches, makeup. Facebook pictures. Music over bitches, the bullshit they dish us. Music over bitches, on the rag for your riches! Fuck the L Word i learned the hard way it don't mean shit, i struggled to disconnect to be like "bitch just suck my dick!". I was surrounded by the evilness was older when i seen it like an out of body experience to see me as a vic. Victimized to my demise by each and every single bitch so really i'm surprised none of them dogs got bit. I admit wrongs in my reactions i admit to flipping quick to letting my halo slip, to thinking she was worth the risk. Now i see she wasn't shit she was just getting in my head with the mentality of a rapist of an emotion-feeding ped. Playing havoc with insecurities with everything she said while increasing the feeling of anxiety and dread. In the pit of my stomach that feeling of being worthless the curse creeping up my spine to teach of my purpose. Preaching of the serpents in the furnace to burn us, still versus myself. Still re-wiring my circuits. HOOK x2 Fuck the L word i learned the hard way it don't mean shit. I reached to gain opinions that it's just a dumb trick it's a fallacy. A lie that i fell for like a prick. I mean each and every time that it fell right out her lip. I've been surprised by the lies that a bitch prepared to tell, all she's happy doing to aid your journey into hell. How she's gonna stick her leg out and blame you coz you fell. How it's your fault alone but if you argue you're a bell. So ask about the lack of respect contempt that i hold, why i'll still be like "FUCK WOMEN" around 80 years old. I mean i pass it off as humour coz it's easier to be told in a joke "you're fucking wrong" than accept when rawly sold that there's a part of me that hates you all that even hides from me but the part of me that loves, it runs deeper than the sea. I've thought that i was drowning under the pressure all on me so i had to take a step back to look at it and breathe HOOK x2 Shit maybe it's misogyny, gotta be borderline at least that makes me put the pen to paper to try and slay the beast. That makes me pick up the mic and spit so brazenly with cheek to remind myself of the strength that grows out of feeling weak. Fuck the BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH shit forcing me to say love when it was something i didn't feel coz emotionally i was numb. Looking back now i see the clear signs telling me to run telling me you're not worth shit but i ignored them i was dumb. Fuck if i hurt your feelings bitch! I don't give a damn coz i'll never censor my thoughts or stand down from who i am. I been raised in dark places taught to do all i can to find that light that awaits, for my part in a bigger plan. But it's a plan i don't get, i don't try to understand. Don't try to hazard a guess of why i'm under satans hand of why fate rolls out the dice for me to question where it lands, of why everything held close slips my fingers like it's sand!

Hook: I love you, i need you. I'm going out my mind. My future's not meaningful without you at my side so i'm searching the darkness. Always looking for signs. For a glimmer of hope for in the future you're mine In all this time all i've learned is i can't live without you. Your light i dont deserve. It was wrong of me to doubt you. The second you returned i knew i'd fucked it up without you i'd went against my word, against my heart and tried witout you to carry on with life that without you had no purpose. It was lacking in direction. Each day was more worthless than ones that came before it before troubles broke the surface and fed the rising storm that was only meant to scare us. Not tear us apart so we can't see eye to eye but to shelter from weather together til the storm outside dies. To bring us closer together. To make me realize that i'll never love another like this til the end of time. See you're always on my mind the first sign of love i'm told in the dark lonely hours, it's only you i wanna hold. I want you at my side at the good times to behold them happier parts of my life as they start to unfold. HOOK x2 Forgive me for my wrongs and please let's start again. I promise with all my heart that we'll never part again coz really all i want is my heart filled up again with you in rightful place i hope i prove it with my pen. But even with that said and even though it doesn't help for what i put you through, know i can't forgive myself. Small actions just like cuts are the ones most keenly felt by those who stand wounded more than anybody else. I wish i could re-word it. Make better use of sound. Shit if i could reverse it i'd say "don't burn it down i'm you from the future please don't let us down" as i smack myself senseless and point out what i've found. It was never infatuation or a meaningless lust. I know it now. I see it now. I see me losing touch. I see my dreams slip away watch it escape my clutch i see me lose it all the most meaningful of loves. HOOK x2 As it stands i'm in your debt for all the times i wont forget. For a true and honest feeling. For a trust and love with depth, for the time you shown me love i didn't think i'd ever get, for a love so consuming that it gave this human breath. I'll give you all i can of what remains of heart and soul, the rest of what's left coz the majority you stole. I give you all i am to give my heart a good home, put myself at your mercy now i give you full control. It's easier selling lies than it is to sell the truth without the truth of got nothing of worth to give the booth. And there lies the attributes all tied in with proof that i recognize my actions towards you as abuse. I wish i could change shit like turn the clocks back. I wish i could explain it better with this track arrange better ways to defend from your attack, shift erase the blame laying heavily on my back. HOOK x2

Hook: Life's a bitch that i've been unhappy fucking with, the kind of bitch to take more than you were ever gonna give. A slut that takes the piss, always acting like a bitch to have you look at how you live like "this life it's just a bitch!" It's not often that i kneel by my bed and i pray but still i gaze into the sky and i wonder what to say if god's really there does he listen to Day? If i gave in to faith would it make it all ok? Really i'm scared but of what i'm unsure maybe the comfort of sin and embracing it's warmth my devilish core and the blackness so pure the sickness of feeling lost? I can't take this shit no more. Shit it's breaking me down and i can't see the cost of the emptying of my soul through everything i've lost. But i feel the icy coldness like the early morning frost as i try switching off the part of me that gives a toss. I'm walking in darkness still pacing the rain. Staring back through the mirror still dealing in pain trying to come to terms with the shit i can't explain as i keep repeating history to walk these roads again. HOOK x2 I feel the coldest shadows casting light onto my shame while knowing deep in my heart that there's only me to blame coz inside my tempers flame spits poison at sense of reason til my ideas of rationality get forced into leaving. I know i'll burn in hell there's no place for me above coz ever since my birth i've been fucking this shit up. Turned away from god young so now it's pointless looking up it's pointless to try escaping when monotony's got you stuck. My final destination hasn't really crossed my mind. I can't see where i'm headed like the journey's got me blind, i should look for some direction with my eyes open wide. Peer through my reflection at this person deep inside. I don't know where i'm going most days i'm feeling lost like the bus went past my stop and the driver wont let me off. I'm sick of picking a connection just to have it fucking dropped and being led to all these doors only to find them fucking locked. HOOK x2 Am i a coward inside coz i can't take my life? Am i a coward inside coz i've tried to more than twice? Am i a coward inside coz i'm forced to hide this knife? Am i a coward inside coz i'm scared of this life? I like to think of heaven as a place of eternal peace but it's an idea for the weak an idea i can't keep coz heaven against damnation it dont fit with my belief coz i'm an atheist at war against all of you sheep. I tried telling in prior verses i keep dreaming of hearses wreaths reading worthless an omen to make me nervous like seeing people who hate me resurface for the service to see me in the ground and to spit on me on purpose. I know i'm not perfect but then tell me who is. I mean don't we all slip up on this journey we live? Some really lose their footing i've stumbled and tripped face down in the same dirt i tasted as a kid! HOOK x2

Hook: The grass is always greener but the signs say keep away so i been awake most nights just waiting on the time of day. I was lost without a light i couldn't seem to find my way until i finally caught my sight and i saw the time of day. Yeah it's easy to write tracks but i'm not comfy with how i feel, i'm more used to being knocked down more than helped up from a kneel. I mean i hear what they're saying but i still wonder what's the deal. It's like i'm forced to question it all, to doubt if it's all real coz my past's just a long path feeling undeserving of breath and at times constantly smashed like i was praying for my death, while i was trying to get a grasp of the emptiness in my chest and the void deep in my soul when it felt like nothing's left. It's like i slammed the door shut to sit in the darkness of my cell with self hatred resonating round this fucking empty shell after the mistrust boiled over it was a sign to save myself from the lies mixed in with truth and no clear way to tell. Then from the darkness of my cell i'm feeling close to somebody else like the light crept under the door to show me a better self. Had me running to kiss the light in the night to hope it helps, to hope the warmth pass over me to make the cold parts melt. HOOK x2 It's easy to explain it my attraction to the light after being left in the shadow for like almost all my life. It's a sign i might be winning i might actually be alright. That the war's almost over the end it's almost now in sight. It pulls me like a tractor beam showing me things i've never seen telling me it's time to wake up to awaken kill the screams. To feel the sunlight touch my face and to brighten up my dreams. To let the past just die behind me as i step to future's beams coz the whispers of hope speak to me through the night telling me i passed the test now there's nobody left to fight and after a lifetime in darkness it's about time i enjoy the light coz i was walking round lost for so long just in the mist i was walking the fine line between keeping and losing grip on reality on my sanity i almost fell and slipped til the heat of the rising sun caused the fog around to lift! HOOK x2 From the smallest glow of the embers to the flickering dance of flame it's the light that killed the dark saying things wont be the same. Saying holding on to the past's holding me back and part to blame it's the part of my soul that's black the part that only light can save. And it will if i let it in if i open my heart and soul, if i consume it breathe it in and let the brightness take control kick back and relax and watch the better times unfold as i laugh in the satisfaction of collecting what i'm owed. But what scares me is so long i was the dog chasing the bus getting further from my dreams with every step put under foot that if i'm there at the stop one day to catch it pulling up then i'm gonna stand there frozen all dumbfounded by my luck, coz it's that cliche portrayal of a rock and a hard place to see the bus as it's leaving do i wait or just give chase? Then the light lays out my options shows me choices i can make so i opt to change my fate walk with sunlight on my face.

Hook: This thing of ours coming into view. This thing we're building, this thing that grew. This thing of ours. This me and you. This thing we're building like a dream coming true. It's like i dunno how to talk to you how to bring up what's on my mind. I dunno how to approach this shit so i tried to write some lines, i tried to get it straight in my mind tried to write the right rhymes i tried so hard so carefully this time so the right signs there to find. I'm not listening to other people who dunno what they're talking about but of course i'll defend my people who gain opinions from my doubt coz my friends have always been there through the dark we'll see the light whether you're staying for just one night or becoming a larger part of my life. Look i'm not making accusations but girl don't be coming here faking, showing love to my face to be behind my back bare hating berating me to your friends coz you know you got me chasing, so you say whatever you want knowing it wont change the situation. I've been there before fuck going down that road again towards manipulated thoughts from a bitch being inside my head. From being strung along and believing everything she said it's a long dark lonely path you don't wanna know where it led. HOOK x2 Straight up on the real i really dunno what you're thinking and not knowing what you want from me's got something inside me sinking but i'm happy to leave the past laying exactly where it's at. I'm happy to move forward without raking up the past coz i know i made mistakes that i'll never be able to fix. I let my mind run away from me, started over thinking shit. I convinced myself that history was repeating itself again so i was pissed with myself for believing all you said. See i got the path that i walked just as much as you got yours. I've paced through the darkness always hoping to find a torch but of course the wind picks up always blowing out the flame so i'm left where i started back to darkness and blame. But no matter what you say it takes nothing away from the pressure in my skull from me feeling this way. It's like i'm inviting depression by asking awkward questions but my high expectations seem to render me defenseless. HOOK x2 Yeah it hurts me to see that you're going through this pain that it's playing you like a game with negative pressure on your brain. But see it's dragging me down too coz i really dunno what to do and there's nothing i can say to make shit easier for you. Your well being it's important so i'm trying to be supportive putting myself second fuck my feelings and my thoughts. I really dont care if i'm selling myself short coz the shit i felt before don't compare to this warmth. I mean i never would have thought that i'd have caught you looking back or with so little effort i'd open my heart right off the bat. I built up walls but opened doors and just let you walk right through i can't believe how at ease girl i felt to be with you. I'm addicted you're like coke i'm running quick to overdose. I loved it when you touched me when you kissed me held me close. On the real it was surreal the crazy way you made me feel the way you got me thinking that my mind might start to heal. Hook x2

Hook: The memories of my past ever last they still haunt me. See no heaven see no hell like i live in purgatory. I see these peaceful souls with R.I.P just to taunt me but i see no peace myself coz i live in purgatory. I should have known all along that it's as broad as it's long that i could write a million songs and still not right a single wrong coz like neither drip nor drop my troubles flood they never stop and now it seems like hip hop just aint the key that fits this lock to the box of my issues but it does hold some good news. It's dousing my fuse and it's brightening my blues so i can't think of a better way or a better reason for me to pay with all i give away to eventually be ok. It gives me shelter from the storm from the pain of being born shit i almost could have sworn i was no longer forlorn that my choices they were right coz in the distance i see light. I see the future looking bright as long as i dont divert my sight, i just gotta keep my focus cast a spell like hocus pocus to command my swarming locusts to over power all them jokers who keep asking if i'm sure and what i mean when i say cure, who question what i rap for if i don't desire a tour! HOOK x2 Yeah pain and aggression two emotions that i farm to aid my progression to perfection in my art so every bar's razor sharp like the blades that aid self harm. It's not hard being dark when your heart and soul's been marred. My pain lies deep inside makes no waves across the surface as i'm trying to seek a purpose that eludes and leaves me worthless. In this game of snakes and ladders one wrong step can return us to the bottom of the pile where these vipers wanna hurt us. What if they were all right and i should just walk away from rap coz i'm a skinny white limey and there's no way to market that? I don't care for your opinion best just go and shut your trap with every bar that i write i'm losing pressure running flat. But it feels i lost my way and i'm too blind to read the map feel my thoughts got corrupted converting over to your format. I must be crazier than ever tell me who would have thought that i wouldn't mellow with my age i'd just turn to a bigger brat? HOOK x2 There's more than two or three sides than join to make up me there's more depth to my soul than to any of the seven seas. More complexity to my being than i'll even let seen, all polarized sides like multiple personalities still hammering this rap shit so the pressure gets released so it don't blow up in my face and leave me restless when deceased. But even if it kills me i still wont face defeat coz i'll come back as a zombie still hungry for these beats like fuck rap i hate it nah i love it i'm never leaving it's the answer to my prayers the only god that i believe in a peace i feel at screaming through the mic at these demons to release the deepest feeling leave pens leaking like they're bleeding. They're bleeding out they're dying as i'm killing all these tracks. Sophisticated hard raps dipped in glue and glass. A shape charge to blast make the weak supports collapse devastate the scene leave you scrapping for the scraps! HOOK x2

Hook: All that i want i'm never gonna get. All that i want is to crawl out this wreck. All that i want to be free of this debt. All that i want is these hands off my neck. I took it as gospel like every word was real coz on the real it was surreal the crazy way she made me feel but once again i dunno why i just spoke to damn early opened myself up gave opportunity to hurt me. She took it like fuck it. Grabbed a blade and stuck it down my neck out my chest so i guess i gotta suck it. I've gotta figure out what my next action is and is it even worth half the shit it'll take to get it fixed? I built up walls and opened doors to let you walk right through can't believe how at ease bitch i felt to be with you. I dunno should i kick myself coz i think i fell for you swimming in a dream i know that shit it can't be true. I never would have thought that i'd have caught you looking back or with so little effort i'd open my heart right off the bat. Now i'm lost for words. I dunno what to say girl i seen your worth didn't think it'd end this way HOOK x2 Shit now i'm looking back wondering why the fuck i said that. Like snap i fall right back to the shadows. To the black. So i land myself right back at self hatred and that to the fact that in the past i've seen it never lasts. I threw my future away like it never really meant much coz the past's telling me anyway we're gonna lose touch. Despite what you might think, nah, this didn't stem from lust it was barely even a factor in what finally come to push. I'm addicted you're like coke. I'm running quick to overdose coz i loved it when you touched me when you kissed me held me close. I didn't know what i wanted but i knew i wanted you. I knew you wasn't real that you weren't being true. From feeling stressed to blessed to come to rest at feeling vexxed, then i start to stress next on all the things that i confessed, moved the cards from my chest as my feelings were undressed i found myself exposed didn't know i'd failed your test HOOK x2 Ha ha bitch! How you like me now? Did you think that was it? That i'd fucking lie down? That i'd sit here in silence? That i wouldn't make a sound? That you wouldn't get bit before my lyrics put you down? Tell me why should i bite my tongue? Tell me why should i hold back? Why should i protect you from the truth on a track? Why shouldn't i tell people "don't trust that little rat!" how you claimed to be a friend just to stab me in the back? You used the word "soulmate" but bitch get it straight you've got no fucking soul you fake, you sold mine off to hate. You used to talk and mention fate. It was emotional rape. A part of your sick and twisted games used to manipulate. What the fuck bitch you're not even the worst but by my low standards you're up there with the worst coz when it felt like no one cared you were there with your curse so it's justified in my mind to write a verse that hurts! HOOK x2

Hook: We're all in search of something, all just trying to get by most days i spend them dreaming. Dreaming of a better life. The grass is always greener when you look to the other side so most days i spend them dreaming. Dreaming of a better life. It's a shame the darkness came once to overpower my brain caused the pain that still remain to try and make me cut my veins. See, of failure i'm afraid. I'll lose it all and be to blame coz i'm clouded once again by all i know i'll never gain. I'm smiling on the surface but i'm really not ok knowing you're top of the list, the first thing to walk away to leave me broken on the floor without a single word to say, just mumbling incoherent sounds by the door just where i lay. Shit, i slipped. I gave my heart up to the pad and now i don't know if i'm ever gonna get it back since the day that i progressed and began to rap, putting blood, sweat and tears into all of my tracks. Shit tell me this - how the fuck can i relax when i look at my life and only see what it lacks? When i only see my problems and wait for their attacks and i'm scared to move forward in case they get me in the back? HOOK x2 Most days i wake up with tears still stinging my eyes, surprised i survived yet another hellish night. Shit why lie? It seems all i do is cry scream up at the sky "PLEASE GOD LET ME DIE!" like i don't wanna be alive. I just want off this ride coz i see no healing light and feel a darkness deep inside it's been chasing me from the start. I still see no place to hide from the grip up on my shoulders telling me to grip the mic. Through the tears that i taste and on these pages i confess. I could smoke up an ounce and still feel just as stressed but in all honesty now, no i don't wanna stay depressed, counting down these minutes of the days that i've got left. I've had it with the fighting, i just wanna take a rest. I'm sick of always slipping every time i take a step, i'm sick of these bars coz they aint helped me yet they aint helped me sort this mess that still rise inside my head HOOK x2 I'd apologise to my friends and to my family if i knew really where the fuck to start, but i'm sill without a clue. I mean you don't even try but i know that it's you who notice when i'm down and who guide my way through. Never fail to lift me up to make me feel like i got value, make me see i'm not alone when i'm walking down this avenue, make me see that i can trust people and open up to you. Make me see that there's a light slowly coming into view. So maybe that's the only reason that i need to wake up with a smile on my face, a new positive outlook on what i need to do, the things i need to shake up to change the path i'm heading down put solid ground under foot. Maybe the real answers to my questions can't be found so it's time i slowed down stopped and took a look around. Just enjoy the moment now, close my eyes take in the sounds even though it feels most days i'm simply not allowed! HOOK x2

Hook: What is an easy life? i don't know then will i see it? The hard way's an obstacle but why've i gotta be it? What is an easy life? i don't know then will i see it? The hard way's an obstacle but can i defeat it? Levo: It's easy as fuck to just rhyme on the mic, to just flow with any bullshit that any kid can write. But tell me how's it easy for that strong silent type to just step into the booth and speak honestly on his life like i'm neurotic i'm crazy been this way all my life, i've been walking through the darkest tunnels looking for light i can't seem to get a grip on shit. It slips right out of sight as the voice inside me screams "GRAB A PEN AND START TO WRITE!". Fuck your entertainment, i dont rap for that shit. I rap coz i've got nothing and without this shit i'd quit. I know i'd find the blades again cutting across my wrists, i'd find the ropes around my throat again trying to kill this kid. I'm sick of being so broke, of being so broken coz the smoke. Sick of waking in the morning and wondering how to cope coz shit comes without warning and you know it's no joke to feel you're always falling, always tumbling down a slope HOOK x2 Colsey: It's like they got me locked inside a cage alone with my own thoughts with this aggression and rage. I know they're praying on my downfall there's no place i can stay i'm a lost soul that lost hope i can't find my way. They say my minds gone but for time i've been trying to change i've been getting back on the tracks like i'm tied to a train. I'm getting high every day to try and hide from this fate keep pushing on with these struggles but can't find no escape. The tightrope that i'm walking on can not deal with the weight. I'm still hungry even though there's so much on my plate. If you were broke and hustled lad then it's a risk you would take keep your loved ones close and always watch for the snakes. That little snake. Slithering in the grass that's waiting for that opportunity to stab you in the back gotta be careful who i trust coz they show fake love paranoid thoughts, cold sweats when i wake up like... HOOK x2

People don't understand that to me it's more than art it's like i was spewed into this world with a pen stuck in my heart. I was destined to be the greatest with a pen right from the start like my fate planned out with destiny so carefully on a chart. But i was blind i didn't see it til i was sick of ripping the pages out the pads that i was holding hiding away for ages coz i was sick within myself hoping psychology could save us hoping doctors i would see them could free me from the cages that were so deep inside my mind that were locked and holding me back while i just couldn't find the keys that were stashed away in rap. I learned the buoyancy of lyrics and i started to build a raft to sail alone across this ocean with the sharks all in this craft. All my bars are written down in case the words they don't come out coz my memory it's fucked from the haze the kush clouds. It's like daily in the lab, now me and colsey smoke it out from the flame from the lighter or mic set up in my house HOOK x2: You'll never reach your throne without moving forward. Fuck what life throws, just keep moving forward. You're never gonna grow without moving forward. To stay in your zone you gotta keep moving forward. So shut the fuck up yeah? don't talk to me like that coz i try and control my anger but i'm scared i might snap. I might punch you in your face pull a pen you're getting stabbed write a message through your neck before i send you to your slab. I'm so prolific it's horrific. I'm a top tier lyricist, unaccepted as an artist but really give no shit. I put my life on the line when i rhyme another lyrics just to talk about my life without your "real talk" or gimmicks. Fuck your so-called rap crown, you can keep your little throne. I'm trying to turn my life around and be left the fuck alone coz really i'm not that comfy when i'm chilling in my home, when i'm awake late at night with just my pen my pad my dome, when my rabid thoughts run rampant til i'm screaming and stamping throwing a fucking fit coz nobody's understanding half the shit that i've been through, through the cards i was handed. Through the path forced to walk through being lied to as standard. HOOK x2 So when you all hear me laughing it's some Donnie Darko shit coz i found myself a portal through which i knew i had to slip. Now i've come out the other side to find my whole life it's been fixed as the flames from this music cause the fog around to lift. I don't care about your top spot, in fact - fuck your lists coz i feel i'm starting to achieve what i wanted out of this. It was never for entertainment but to stop me slicing wrists, when there was darkness all around me only coldness and a mist. Coz as fucked up as it seems, that's all i've known since i was young so it's no surprise at all that i've sliced, overdosed and hung with the bitter taste of loneliness still heavy on my tongue coz there was nobody there to talk to about the demons and what they brung. About the future they foretold, all the promises they made. The soft, late night whispering saying one day i'll be saved. Saying to leave my rage behind, for a change i'll be rewarded to make it into rough, get back to shallow waters. HOOX x2

Hook: I'm still stuck in purgatory. Locked out heaven and hell. In comfy territory when shit's not going well. So depressing my story, I know it wont sell. I'm still stuck in purgatory and i can't free myself. I'm feeling more trapped than i've ever felt before like the walls they burn around me as i'm trying to unlock the door. I'm being licked by the flames. They come towards me across the floor. They making everything change, even me as they scorch, returning me to being deranged to being abstract with my thoughts, emotionally unstable again and repetitive with my thoughts. To being repetitive with my thoughts again, to keeping weapons drawn fully prepared to die in battle for my cause. As the embers shift towards me the flames die and start to crawl the heat steadily rises in this shrinking corridor til the poisonous smoke surrounds me has me choking on the floor. I mean the fibres that were burned up in the accelerants of course that i still taste in my throat my organs start to stall. I feel a white light start to pull me and my heart rate start to fall. I can hear somebody singing. I can hear the angels call. I can hear them call me name telling me "come through the door". HOOK x2 The flames catch a pipe for gas the walls collapse i'm pushed back. The blast fractures the glass, soot gaps along the cracks, through which i see the sun outside, the breeze push through the trees it looks the perfect afternoon to just chill and take it easy. Then someone pushes the door screaming "day, it's not too late you can free yourself right now if you just turn away from hate. A place in heaven can be arranged if you choose to do that coz that's what's feeding the flames the only thing that holds you back". Through the small gap in the door the cool breeze it hits my face gets me rising to my knees has me ready to claim my place coz in this life or the next i know i'll never be erased coz i'm prepared to fight to death and it's more than saving face. I know this life aint fair, too many cheat to win the race. But they run with eyes blurred coz life ends in just one place whether buried or burned i'm trying to live without disgrace coz i dunno when i'm gone if i'll answer for my mistakes. HOOK x2 I keep fading to black i guess i must be passing out through the smoke that i've inhaled before the angels pulled me out. Now they're telling me not to worry, that i've made it to the cloud. I see the gates behind them why they holding me down? They're talking to me about a passage, telling me turn this shit around. Telling me i'm lost but with their help i'll be found. Then it feels like i'm falling. Bang i hit the ground. I awake before the start in place to burn it down. I ask "should i strike the match to finish what i started if i know how this end's to die a failing artist?" as i splash the last of the fuel on the wall and strike a match which i flick to the floor watch the fuel quickly catch. The flames spread like water to tell me i'm committed to the killing of the fakes of the snakes that still hissing, put me closer to the demons to face them and grip them maintain self control to control the situation. HOOK x2

Without the hurdles set in front of us it's just a standard race, people sprinting round the track trying to make it to first place. Trying to crush all out in front of them despite what they face. In fact we treat them all like bait to feed the monsters giving chase coz it's a cold heartless world and we all die alone. If you're praying to higher powers, i'll bet you hear the dialling tone. I bet you never get no answer, nah he never calls you back. You're left to struggle through this life alone and forced to fight back. I'm sick of walking the woods, history's cobwebs pulling me back, sick of the creature i feel on me, feel it crawling up my back. I feel it bite into my skin, feel it ripping me apart. I feel the poison setting in, i feel a seizure in my heart. It's like i'm lost alone in the dark and there's nobody i can turn to. A fire in my veins with every heartbeat that burns through my body til my blood starts to boil and i erupt when i'm trying to jump life's hurdles but the struggles trip me up. To make it out the other side i've gotta get in the boxing ring. I've gotta fight 12 more rounds before they'll even dress my stings. They're like "fuck the antidote, first you go another round". Now i'm playing sudden death. I'm just trying to knock him out but i feel i haven't got the strength inside to pull this off like every uppercut i take breaks my jaw when it's locked. Was i born to fight these demons at a steadily increasing rate? Was i born to bet it all just to fall in this race? We all go through hardships so really there's no difference between criminals police the judge jurors and witness. We all fighting battles and at times we all feel down sometimes we wanna stay afloat sometimes we wanna drown. But what's life without its trials, without shit to over come, without you testing your resolve before the final tests they come? So don't second guess your test fate will take you for a jest it'll rob you of your breath just to prove how you were blessed. You don't know what you're made of til it's tested taken away. Til we're broken down destroyed. Til we're discarded thrown away. When there's no choice but keep fighting the struggles in our way til you're forced to find your voice when there's nothing left to say. We don't know what we're made of til it feels there's nothing there til you stare into the eyes of fear and show it you're not scared coz the past that you've dealt with, even though it's seemed unfair it's still given a sense of self and even helped you find your worth!

Hook: I'm enslaved to the pen game coz my pen game's the end game. I remain unafraid coz my pen game it's flame. I been changed by the pen game like the pen game's my cage. I tried to remain the same but the pen game's not to blame. I sit with real talk and spliffs as the pen outlines your myths just as obvious as chalk but it's easier to miss as you walk take another step, go deeper in the mist like you're blind to it all you see no consequence no risk. Will my mind be satisfied or will it always make the pen leak uncontrollably on a page and make me sacrifice a beat? Will it stop telling me so coldly that my life's still incomplete, that nobody's gonna save me so it's pointless trying to speak? I shown progression through aggression shoveled shit with never resting. Can i mention it's a blessing to fill a page with deep confessions through this hand on heart art for me to visualize perfection coz i'm never getting to grips with the regression of depression. But still i spit with an energy to split your wig like Kennedy to blow your brain out the back of it if you test or try to mention me. The remedy's still kept in me so why's she try to section me as i rip pages out the pads like it's purifying cleansing me? HOOK x2 Stop talking about your pen game in terms of fire flame coz i'm the nuclear bomb. I've got superior range. Got targets locked from distance and my sanity it frayed, told my brain to start a change push the button let flame rain. I reign with an iron fist coz my temper barely shifts. Shit, fame's fuck all to me i wont play in it's politics i know i'm upper level, on some dictatorship while you bottom feeder lyricists just wish to be missed. You might have a little skill but by no means you're blessed. You're not improving with time, it may be time to take a rest i'm that skinny scrawny white boy with questionable dress sense, i'll show up at your door with a bomb. Fuck the death threats. When pressed i aim for necks on some knee jerk reaction slice you with these bars to prove i'm not acting to prove with any faction my legacy's ever lasting i'm the general of an army and you're not reaching captain. HOOK x2 I'm the Castro of hip hop your attempts wont kill me off, you're a failure like the bay of pigs invasion 61. Fuck your counter revolution, cease assassination plots. I'm the real deal this Levolution's never gonna stop. I'm a sickness i'm toxic terrorist in the cockpit with blades on the pilot telling ground control i've lost it. There's vanity to insanity but i can't find the logic in aiming bars like sniper scopes to get knocked out when the shots kick. By time you hear these bullets flying you're down and i'm gone, breaking ground out of town. Out of range of the bomb keep my finger on the button for when it's time to set it off. Divert my eyes to the sky screaming "FUCK THE HUMAN COST". I'm ashamed of the pain, tsunami's in my brain that leak out and soak the page as i'm writing through these flames. I'm ashamed it hasn't changed that i still feel deranged coz the rage still remains and i'm caged in pen games. HOOK x2

Hook: Don't tell me no lies, i don't wanna hear that. I wont tell you no lies, you don't wanna hear that. Don't tell me no lies, i don't wanna hear that. I wont tell you no lies, you don't wanna hear that. I'd be lying if i said i never look to the sky or that leaving rap behind had never once crossed my mind. I'd be lying if i said i think the sun always shines on the rhymes spilling out of the shadows in my mind. I get too little fun out of writing out of life. I take this shit too seriously, a surgeons first slice, writing away my life through the night to first light in the quiet desperation trying to find out why i write. I'm addicted to hip hop. Clucking for the rocks. Now feeling trapped like my soul just got lost in the deserts of iraq with the bombs that i dropped, that fell and hit the sand but just didn't go off. I'm too sick now to relax too hyped now to stop. If you're sick like swine flu then i'm a dose of small pox fuck it i'm the plague i'm ready to kill you off fuck it i'm leprosy making MC's fall off! HOOK x2 I fire bars all sporadic spit almost automatic, chew beats like coca leaves and blast off on some mad shit. Come back with the hat trick with the habit of an addict fiending trying to kick it screaming "FUCK IT I'VE HAD IT". The ravenous need for me to go reap damage crushed my mind and my sanity like it got hit with hammers but give me an option to choose greed or choose manners even though it doesn't matter now my heart's left in tatters. It's like my past took shape to wedge open the door til the days grow shorter than the straws that i draw til i've wiped down my thoughts - an ill attempt to make pure as i'm taking backward steps walking back from the cure. My mind, yeah it's breaking just as sure as the dawn til soon there's nothing left. Fuck all to restore, just a bunch of cracked fragments laying scattered on the floor disappearing in dust until eventually ignored! HOOK x2 I dont rap for the cash or respect like the rest i'm trying to stay alive. Steer clear of my death. Now there's strangers wanting to link up, come together on tracks even though we're not the same. Not alike enough for that. I'm just in love with music but stand a non believer. What happened to the message? Now designed to deceive you using puppets like Gaga and even Justin Bieber who sold their own soul so you worship their leader. Sometimes in my dome, i feel i'm not alone as if the voices in my head fight to reach me on the phone. Jamming up the lines. They wont leave me alone and the greed of the medium's the only thing that's shown. I can't bow out with grace now i'm finally gaining pace over taking fakes like i wanna win this race. I'm growing more hungry for the future i face hoping i wont trip fall flat on my face. HOOK x2

Dear almighty spirit. Dear Lord above. The expanding energy of the universe. The creator of all. The powers beyond our comprehension. The power of many names. I know not of the rules, or of the price i need to pay. Is a man who stands as i am even allowed to pray? I know blessed i am to be alive and in your mercy but i don't know how to survive if you allow another to hurt me. Please forgive my sins and shine your light into my soul to lead me to the right path giving me strength and full control. But even with that said, still - i disregard myself. For my family and my loved ones you know i'd sacrifice myself. But now i know it'll never help so i beg you send a sign of after this long struggle there's an easy life to find where it's easy to provide and those around me want for nothing and the times we thought of stopping are almost all forgotten. Please help us reach the light from feeling down trodden. Amen