Perspectives

[Intro]
You know what I don't get yeah?
I don't get how man can be in the same town as man
And not see the things that man sees, like
Like what type of life are you living man
Like, what angle are coming from man
But I guess it's just a matter of perspective innit?

[Verse 1]
In music, I had confidence and conviction
'Cos I was confident, I'd be hindered by my conviction
So when I spray rhymes, there's a flair and distinction
You see its all mine, similar to fine wine
But...This ain't no fermented grapes
A proper analogy would be demented apes
See I, do my contemplating at night when I see bed
My thinking can go as deep as the depths of seabeds
But you know that pressure can kill
So I try not to focus on the negatives I feel
See my metaphors and similes, are similar to no one
And if they're similar, then he ain't got no gun
There's a big gulf, he ain't holding gun
He ain't on a par with me, I'll put a hole in one
You can say that I'm one under the greenery
There's drugs and guns and this is not your scenery
And niggas always quick to judge me in a hurry
'Cos im truthful to the fact that I can relate to Murray
I'd show more than reluctance to bow to the Queen
And make disparaging remarks about the football team
Then a motherfucker wanna tell me to go home
I said I am home, I'm just dejected
Cos I know I will never be accepted
And never be respected
So no, I won't except it
Its perspective

[Verse 2]
You shouldn't fear fate, though fate ain't fair
And life ain't a fete nor a fair
If I talk about the country negatively, then it's obvious I care
Even though I know that's shit, that these people don't want to hear
But...You know what I find strange
Is if a politician does it, then he's talking about change
If a nigga seems to do it, then that shit gets rearranged
And he can become a target on the firing range
Reality and truth, they refute that
But this target on the range, he will shoot back
They need to know, that its the ting that I produce
I don't care if there's bare niggas, they should gummy berry juice
Now thats a metaphor to dissect, vivisect and bisect
I don't care what you do with it, just show respect
Not the neglect, that was shown to us
Then you want to wonder why niggas prone to cuss
Cos this island where we livin', isn't home to us
When the powers at be, give us the drugs and the chrome to buss
And single mothers always end up having lost kids
And even if they still alive, they're still lost kids
'Cos they're ambling, deprived of direction
Then we want to act surprised when they handling protection
Let me take this moment, bask in my reflection
Of course you cuss the country, thats the point of an election