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