STATUES
Feels like I been running years
Hurdle the hurts that I hide from my peers
Peers closer to the seafront
Rapping is my job but I don’t speak much at home
Silence is my sanctuary when feeling alone
Perfecting my woes
Drowning in em
Smoking this crow hope clouds are lifting
Who am I becoming?
Get Higher just to pray that I don’t plummet
Fuelled by bitterness my tank is over running
Clutching at fibres I wanna feel something
I’m scared that I’m missing the boat
swimming isn’t sink
ing if you’re willing to float
Time causes ripples when you’re flinging a stone
Sediment grows till eventually soaked
brehs getting wet for a coat
What’s a deposit when a Shank in your pocket feds at the top of your road
Give it and go
Wisdom is growth
Give me a toke
Older that I’m getting
Has me closer to my ending
Life is like a sentence that is pending
Mark every question that I’m sending
Paraphrasing pain isn’t pleasant
strange fruit hanging
Drained through baggage
Make do habits
Face new manners
Fork and my knife in my left and my right
Seat at the table speaking a new language..
Spanish Inquisition
Wonder if they’d cared if I was missing
Wonder if they cared about my prison
the kinder you are the harder you fail,
humanity fades the darker the male or person, I had to play the race card I was dealt, I
fathered myself with many women part of the tale, you would let your mum feed you when
she's starving aswell, I'd rather the jail,
dreams sold marked the start of the sale,
the chosen people are the last on the shelf.
Thelarger your wealth, the more they target your belt he did rather well do for self and escape,
You would be the same if you made your wealth in a day. just helping a mate,
trying not to melt in a place, that's tryna hold me to the fire every step that I take, A child
born and her destiny waits, dies young cos of the state they kept the estates in, you don't
regret your mistakes, you swept em away, get em to pay.
for peace talks never mention my name, bring a
severed head to lessen the pain, or just
more change less of the same, admission of guilt confession of saints. In 2 months we gotta
tell em again. My brain..