Penny for My Thoughts

Drama in the palm of the Devil
How many hellfire levels we got to sink to
Before we can settle
I’m English tell 'em all chill and boil the kettle

The living room is the working man’s temple
I’m a Sensei with the pencil
A Buddhist on the instrumental
A Sufi eating lentil soup training the mental
The good Samaritan getting you when you down
When you’re up you’re the man about town
New garments getting all the girls cus' ya charmin'
The world was a forest
You saw the light from the farm
And grew ya own food while the police were being rude to ya
And the schools were like a prison but ya still living

Imagine no fences all my neighbours are safe
Padlocks on the gates like the Boogeyman waits
Freddy Kruger on the TV planning to escape
Kids listen what ya mum say
We’re all strangers until she says otherwise
Deep breaths and heavy sighs
There’s problems all over but the sky’s still nice
The full moon got the whole world acting strange
I hear a dog bark
I hear a rooster roost
It’s angels versus demons and the truth's the truth
We’re all fruits
Chicken or the egg the scientists want proof
But all they need is a roof
Penny for my thoughts

Let me hit the bag and blow steam
Writing likes codeine
Dean ya so mean on the mic
Low esteem
No sleep and no dreams
No job and no schemes
I just like the fresh air
Family is my life
Raise the kids right I’m thinking I just might
Travel round the world with Samantha and see the sights
Everything’s gonna be alright insh’Allah
Don’t forget to save the world while you’re there though
I don’t wanna stay in the same place like a scarecrow
Be careful
‘for someone gives you an earful
About what you should of done and not doing right
I’m not doing me I’m doing life
Until the sentence of freedom ends
Your friends need you and you need your friends
The soul’s eternal
I guess we’re in this til it never ends
Penny for my thoughts

It’s like you have to listen to twice 'cus the meaning changes
You can fall in the street and get caught by a stranger who saw the danger
Before you saw what you missed on the floor was a pile of shit
Thought you had it all ‘til you hit the wall of bricks
New avenues open doors with the power of thought
Watch ya self the last hour is short
Now or never time is like an ice cube
Today was a good day Instagram the nice view

These old eyes are tired from the everyday bustle
You wanna hustle but you ain’t got the muscle
In case you’ve got to tussle with your destiny wrote
Somebody's cold might catch you from behind for your coat
The last thing you ever saw was a firework
A quick flash then it’s over
Like what was the point?
But it was beautiful they might tell your story with a musical
Most people get a mention in the post
Then it’s back to work Monday for everyone else
The same mundane train journey to pile the wealth

Put ya best suit on and go fool the whole planet
Super heroes never plan it
That’s the what raps for and maybe you’re an actor
Penny for my thoughts
What you putting on a act for?