some people think coz they aint living my life
i must be shittin but i'm tellin you i live what i write
just because you cannot picture havin a different mind
you can't imagine having to deal with the shit that's inside
just takes look in these eyes and tell me you aint curious
to see what lies behind em, see why im so furious
see why my whole jury is agression and anger
i was taken to the quiet life away the bangers
in a way i thank them both for that exact enviroment
when i run out of rhymes those times are so inspiring
those times are tiring, hearing the shots firing
give it a little time, ya hearing the cop siarens
i remeber when my bedroom window was broke in
and my t.v n64, the lot was stolen
i was too young, having to go and grow up quick
jottin these thoughts in the hope that i will blow up sick it's
CHORUS:
this moment of clarity
for me is like charity
gods given gift, and it will be
i will be heard
coz i aint leaving this earth
until my purpose is served
and everybody has learnt exactly who i am