Interlude

Yeah

So I been laying low and thinking I don't wanna write no more
Thinking 'bout this life I live and what the fuck I'm writing for
My mind at war thoughts tryna climb the wall
Trying to write my faults ignoring all the sirens call
I run tracks from sports day at primary school
Got a hunchback supporting all these spine-less fools
Fuck the art they all trying to sport the shiny jewels
And if they wanna start then we can war and know I'll light 'em all
No hype at all I'll ride for all my brothers I will die for all

Good or bad times
We in this 'til the final call
In a scene full of guys that got no pride at all
Spitting dreams they just pirate shit and bite it all
I ain' like them all them guys that got no pride
I seen it with my eyеs, liars on the mic
Lying for the likes
Judgе a guy by the fibre found inside
And realise the mind is stronger than you can define
Don't think you're bad screaming gang
Flexing with that penknife
It's all pretend, then you end up in that pen like
Hell up in that cell
Stressed out, no respite
Told when to eat, shit
And when you're going bed time

Little man, you gotta hold your head high
And stop following a next guy
Cos that next guy might be following a next guy
And that next guy might be swallowing a next lie
And then a life lost, another mother cries
Next time that could be your own mothers eyes
Think about it next time you tuck a knife
Cos we don't wanna see another youngin die
Are you really what you rap about?
Are you a driller, a rapper, a spitter, a trapper, a killer, an actor
For something that didn't matter
Would you risk your life on camera
The scenes full of hypocrites and copy cats
And what you G's spit the kids will copy that and follow that
Am I innocent of that?
No I can't promise that

But I made a promise to be real and know I'll honour that
It's mad! Sometimes I might be feeling I'm on top
Walking in designer crepes feeling like a boss
Walking past a guy who begs I see his face and drop
I look down at my feet and I'm feeling like a flop
Not what you got but we all want a lot of things
So watch your step falling for them hollow things
Doing shit there's no honour in
People do crazy things for the dollars and the following
True, For some money make a man switch
Start acting up, racking up the grams quick
Me? I'm all about the feeling when the track hits
That's why man is still mad about this rap shit