Fuck sweet I'm living street dreams, on the of the curb Tryna figure out how the fuck I would The emotions I'm feeling right now in a word But fuck that, I'll it to the lines in a verse Since a younger Kid I fell in With this rap game, addictive with a compelling This shit me high quicker than any selling drugs Even with the sweet boys and the felon thugs But now I'm at the point of no No other choice now but to make dough and I'm advancing year as I grow and learn Feeling close to breaking at times but still I'm going Seeing who ain't on a level to compete Yet to my monthly views, they get treble in a And that ain't even jealousy I'll dead 'em on a But I to move fast, engine revving as I speak Cause, too many I've had pennies in a bunch Tryna count up enough to fill my bell with some And if there enough, then the deli's getting munched rich boys, wishing I was any of the cunts Coming home, Mum's stressed from the of funds Everywhere I look in Benghazi it's a of bums chatting about shanks and packing guns Blaming all their self-made problems off the back of like this world's all a mess Every corner that I turn is a of stress Reminiscing on wrong and small regrets Wondering if this life is all a test So I put the under my fee Pen and pad in my pocket and the street Til I know the way home, heart under my sleeve And let it bleed ink onto the
So let Road, me wherever she goes While I to the future or memories old When I need any stress temporarily That's when I down Reverie Road A place serenity flows none of life's problems or enemies go Where no, doors of thought can ever be Welcome to Road 2]
A life of uncertainty A world of chaos we try and run perfectly I'm just as as each of us universally Stuck with the way this Earth, adversity Bad when I was only a fetus my Mum broke on her lonely to feed us With a nuts kid growing, if you'd only of us! Dodging different bailiffs week hoping to meet us Always broke as fuck, living lower in the strife No family to turn to and ask for It's pretty dark for the first half of my life If karma exists, the next be sparkling bright But and riches ain't what I'm thirsty for I just wanna be stable by the I'm 34 Not still buss rhymes, living dirty poor Struggling to survive in an estate on murky floors But can I make it on path? Every song I've has been illustrated from the heart But Rap now, just appreciated for the art And you ain't shit if you don't make it to the charts Regardless though I adjourn rap I'm too far this road now to turn back This is a part of my and that's a firm fact I'll be doing 'til I'm nothing more than an urns ash This like any road I can find When I'm here I'm from the world to open-my-mind Speak from the heart, I'm broken if I'm to decline Something this close to So I put the road my feet Pen and pad in my and wander the street Til I don't know the way home, under my sleeve And let it bleed ink the sheet