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