Fuck sweet I'm street dreams, on the side of the curb Tryna figure out how the I would converge The emotions I'm feeling right now in a word But that, I'll leave it to the lines in a verse a younger Kid I fell in love With this rap game, addictive with a buzz This shit gets me high quicker than any selling Even with the sweet and the fake felon thugs But now I'm at the point of no No choice now but to make dough and earn I'm advancing every year as I and learn Feeling close to at times but still I'm going firm guys who ain't on a level to compete Yet to my monthly views, they get in a week And that even jealousy I'll dead 'em on a beat But I need to fast, engine revving as I speak Cause, too many days I've had in a bunch count up enough to fill my bell with some lunch And if there ain't enough, then the deli's munched Seeing rich boys, I was any of the cunts home, Mum's stressed from the lack of funds Everywhere I look in Benghazi it's a sack of Pricks about shanks and packing guns Blaming all their self-made problems off the back of Feeling like world's all a mess Every that I turn is a ball of stress Reminiscing on wrong turns and regrets Wondering if this life is all a test So I put the under my fee Pen and pad in my pocket and wander the Til I don't know the way home, heart my sleeve And let it ink onto the sheet
So let Road, take me she goes I look to the future or memories old When I any stress temporarily froze when I come down Reverie Road A place serenity flows Where of life's problems or enemies go Where no, of thought can ever be closed to Reverie Road 2]
A life full of A world of that we try and run perfectly I'm just as lost as of us universally Stuck with the way Earth, unmercifully adversity Bad when I was only a fetus Left my Mum on her lonely to feed us With a nuts kid growing, if you'd only of us! Dodging different bailiffs every week to meet us broke as fuck, living lower class in the strife No family to to and ask for advice It's been dark for the first half of my life If exists, the next should be sparkling bright But fame and riches what I'm thirsty for I just be stable by the time I'm 34 Not still buss rhymes, living dirty poor to survive in an estate on them 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 considered shit if you don't it to the charts Regardless though I can't rap I'm too far down road now to turn back This is a part of my life and a firm fact I'll be this 'til I'm nothing more than an urns ash ain't 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 Supposed to Something this close to So I put the under my feet Pen and pad in my pocket and wander the Til I know the way home, heart under my sleeve And let it ink onto the sheet