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I was walking along, headphones on
Instrumental playing, thinking of new songs
I could dae, but as it played
I question my motive
And what I've been saying on tracks I didn't notice
It might been perceived that I'd hope to achieve
Something else or myself was lying to me
Thought I moved in stealth
But said shhh to many
Well, at least it's freedom of speech
And if I proved nothing I proved I could do that
So I didn't write a track as I walked on that path
A pressed pause...
And I question that, question rap
Question; questions, and more came back
And back at the lab where I mastered speech
With padded walls took the pad and wrote what's me
Thought what I want to be, Or rather just see me
That walk I forgot, but here's where you join me
(And I'm Free)
Check (Sos)
Not one for the heads, not one for the rap fans
This ones, for ones, that wonder when at one with oneself
Hell, that’s my metal medication
To stop myself dwelling on every situation, I was placed in
Instead of pacing thinking of frustration
I'll start thinking it's amazing adding that to the equation
Heaven, ain’t a place on earth
It’s a place in your mind I explore through verse
Sick of seeing underachieving I’m believing in more
And that’s the reason that I sit and writing along to these chords
Switching off the tv cause who gets applause
Is only those that are blinding and trapped in its jaws
Lost cause and because you watch they make billions
An unknown example we set for our children
So, no aggression or jokes
And this ain’t rap, this is something I wrote
(With a little hope)