Lyrics 

Lyrics are written within two minutes of me living

coming out of the womb livid and trying to get back to nonexistent persists in pictures of imaginary fiction 

it is an adamant friction I’m having a difficult time planning the conviction 

it's inside the lines for encryption 

in being sent miles from time to the other side for listening 

too much to seedy people which only led to me to delve even deeper

On the other side, I sleep here on Wikipedia

is my mind I've been trying to leave 

but it keeps me reeling closer and further on towards more reading 

and writing & lining up the right angle for nice clothes to hang up 

and I'm angry cos ive sampled the input 

but corruption sits on the next info stands on the previous answers I reread and I dream of a linguistic team 

I need those who are just like me.

Goodbye rhymes I probs never get back to the time I'd like to fix and shine 

on pristine divine I'm blind 

I can't see the wires I'm tight roping on a downward spiral slope 

into the darkness again I go

Had Reserve

Verse 1:

Let me slowly define, so I can decode and let hold the mine.

45 degrees from the point to line,

Alone in a loaded mind.

Chorus:

If a sign is that divine, that is so indescribable to the finest of the mind,

There's no way to describe it, only a cycle can define it.

We could cipher the life of kindness, is a likeness,

To watch them die on the sidewalk.

Bridge:

High pause! Hi Lord!

Why oh why oh why Lord,

This time I can't find the right walk.

Verse 2:

If a life is a rhyme of reason,

Why was I led to believe a guide in life is the sun to see?

For no kind in the solo side, it's just me with the goal in a hopeless time,

In a total emotion goes to the ghosts we miss the most.

Chorus:

Ever since they close the door, I know from the hole in a broken heart,

What seems like a goal is over the whole of space apart.

Left will lead to the holder, still solely a loner so cold to,

Pick up and go to, a lost point is mostly lost is why it owns you.

Bridge:

And when I look to find, I'm looking high,

I look to the stars and see them die.

And all I seem to do is lose the sight of the future I was schooled to hype,

And now unusual for the rules of life in a blink of light, then choose to fight.

Outro:

I'd look to the sky to find the life next to the ocean where my heart had opened,

Aged in motion, short and potent.

And for all the times I climbed from darkness to rise up high like usual when times are hard,

My mind is in the heart on the dark, I need to find.

Voices of Dissent

Write it down, get it out of your head,

So here I am, saying this instead.

Your actions, they leave much to be desired,

This insidiousness, it has me tired.

Instigating my initiative to invest,

A positive through negative, a challenging test.

Blue tinted visions, choosing a trip,

Giving in to the voices, don't let your resolve slip.

Wretched pests, testing and stressing,

Data-led strategies, your bread they're pressing.

While that's said, you're the reason for our debt,

And your silence, it's due to be met.

No kidding, no jest,

The eviction notice, it's about to be addressed.

Burning plastic, should've seen the signs,

Am I wicked for living, for crossing these lines?

Lucid dreams scream at my decisions,

I say it for it to be heard, no more divisions.

So I reversed the car, revved it to red,

Tyres burnt, no lessons learnt, just dread.

No need to cover, the explosive exploded,

The notes show, it's now been noted.

It's written to the diss, I'm wishing to dissect,

Hiding insect, creeping and hiding, no respect.

Greed needs to be cleansed, while I still got breath,

Know this, no more poaching, no more death.

Stoking my emotions, you ready for the letter,

To be missed or censored, no, it'll be better.

Giving no mercy in your ending,

In remembrance of negligence, no more pretending.

Spitting this diss, strictly to inflict,

This blistering feeling, it's insisting to pick.

You want to take and keep it that way,

So I'll give and inflict maximum, no replay.

To give to the sick and twisted,

My gift is sitting, irritating my skin, it's insisted.

Lifted the lid, so I'm letting it slip,

My forgiveness is past its limit, don't ask for a tip.

Give me a beat to rap,

With a beast inside, you know I feel that!

Seeing is believing, feels realer to me,

In fact, for mix tracks,

A diss caught in a quick flash,

To dispatch some sick facts in a spit match.

In a mathematical syntax,

Let me think back to the actual incident that did that,

And I admit that.

A spark was lit when the bar ripped, the harm sits,

Badly scarred to start,

With where life's hardest hards had started,

Hit back with a slick tactic, to impact it.

Too true for it to interact,

With a simple fact,

Sat back to count stats,

And with that, fat rich cats disguise,

A divisive plan of dividing,

The info in damnation tips the cash,

Forced salvation of made-up takers,

Taking every little bit the makers make.

And for the sake of bones aching for the daily rate,

The take-home pay,

Isn't enough for you to bring home the bacon to the table.

Earn a hundred times over, can't,

In this act, it's a bit mishmash,

I am done with this spit fad,

The waste of talent to chase invading,

Streets are keen for the need of green,

It's a rich bag,

Don't let it be less for the D in the greed, I mean,

To keep it real, kick back,

Hit that strip with a gift trap,

Slick tactic to impact it, fixed act,

An action to call in quick.

**Different World’s**

Poverty isn’t just being broke,

it’s a place where your mum’s a hoe!

no food in the fridge, even so she blows the whole lot on blow,

sells what she knows.

lost your temper

woke up alone got hit with a strict h n bashed with a brick to keep you out cold

“stop your bitchin before you get stitches little bitch

didn’t ask for this sh*t”

so sickening little kids witnessing this.

this hasn’t even begin to scratch the surface

til you watch your whore mom get murdered

tormented & burdened

every step further

resentment burning

surges of flashbacks worsen.

even worst still gotta live with the vermin

cursed to live on this earth.

you got the chance to be your true self.

compliments helped

the love you felt,

is unknown in this kids hell,

did he do this to himself,

what selfish act left him to rot in a cell

a level so devil you can never settle

a little innocent locked in a prison

solitary confinement

would be a better lifeline for this life

time slowly drags every second passed

the madness is passed the maximum

the way he acts isn’t for a laugh son,

this kid wanted his crack head mum back

guard dropped now his back living a harsh one.

a damaged up soldier

was given a little closure

a little bit of hope just to cope with the coldness,

a glow of emotion to show him its over

a love so wholesome

fixed what was broken

gave him the reason to breathe

joke! 

it was just to expose him

the love gone 7 foot deep,

he watched her too, get laid to sleep

the same streets 

with the grey and the bleak barely scared as he stares with a dead end stare...

these streets, 

To say what I see without leading me to bleed 

what I can easily treat to me 

there are no material possessions when I speak especiallŷ…