1| Back in the days, I had dreams of rapping on Imagined listening to radio where my would get played tragic, I never fathomed that the magic will fade Lets take it back to the days when I established my I was for beats, like the melody was something to eat (Bars) a hundred a was nothing to me As long as I had something deep to a sucker MC I won but in a couple I fumbled, suffered defeats I was grinding hard, way harder than artists did At 17, on Choice FM, I went bar for bar with swiss for 45 minutes Ready and No lie, you can ask that was there and plain, my CD got critical acclaim I began to build an position in the game Quicker than I could think, I was all my aims I miss them days, now it's difficult shit isn't the same
Everything goes up must come down I was before, but I'm fucked up now Got a bit of success, like it at all It's that I document my rise and my fall If not your destiny then it's not meant to be In the mirror, to face with my worst enemy Got a bit of success, didn't it at all It's time that I my rise and my fall
2| Before 2 dropped, my brother died I never stopped, I carried on busting rhymes Putting on a brave face but it was tough at night I couldn't sleep 'cause my nightmares were nice Volume 2 out, got live in the press Regardless, I was still stressed and depressed successful, the more I felt stuck in a web Pain ate away at my soul 'till was left There were about, I heard a dirty sound even tried to say that Chancers turned me down Everyday, they were on the phone, tryna get me on that 'Till I had to tell 'em straight, look, I didn't go I didn't blow Had nothing to bruva In '05 I won an for best new comer But shits all irrelevant They say the only thing than not getting what you wish for Is it
Everything that goes up must down I was before, but I'm fucked up now Got a bit of success, like it at all It's time that I document my and my fall If not your destiny then it's not meant to be In the mirror, face to face with my enemy Got a bit of success, didn't it at all time that I document my rise and my fall
3| I just can't handle the wagging And the chatting My issues had me making decision to quit It's (why?) that almost really did happen I changed my everyday zig-zagging But I'm a lyricist, I for this I to stop Got volume 3 off my hit Writers Block Very pissed, I was getting sick of my A pad of paper, I fill one line of it Seeing rappers in magazines, I know I'm better Cussing has-beens when really I'm just a Me and my would be rich if we were American Those times are so clear when I remember them I hope you heard a bar, you maybe relate with strange, it never remains the same, it changes It wasn't just memories made me make this 'Cause we all rise and fall on a basis...