Reflections

 

 

I might have fucked up, but I have to move on,

now the hands I used to count real friends is one,

keep the friendships tight, like a virgin hole,

now mans circle like a cheerio

 

I might have fucked up, but I have to move on,

now the hands I used to count real friends is one,

keep the friendships tight, like a virgin hole,

now mans circle like a cheerio

 

I'm sitting alone and I have to think hard,

I have to dig deep and inspect my heart,

I have a mission to do, and I have to follow through,

I shouldn't be relying on others here to show my path

Its clear to me I got lazy,

my one passion in life has turned hazy,

I used to get up at 6 just to write some bars,

used to go down the park to rap, its all faded,

where has my mindset gone, its all tragic,

I used to be a bright kid who turned his mind to rapping,

now I'm the C set kid, lost interest in everything,

hobbies, sport, hell I even stopped reading,

I stopped being polite because I was too old for a beating,

good grades and education aren't as cool as creasing,

now I'm left kneeling eyes to the ceiling

If there's a god out there, you know I'm needing

stunting on my friends, clowning thinking I was cool,

wanted to roll with gangs cos it was something to do,

so I'm sat here being living proof of what you should never do.

Listen up now you don't wanna be Bobby Q,

what should I do, where should I turn?

questions burn my mind and my stomach starts to churn,

on this earth you don't really got a whole lot you can do,

find something you love even if its just hitting up the hoop,

i wrote this just to prove to myself I can still turn around,

I made this new track, putting myself out in the underground,

I got people on the internet who wanna let loose the hounds

threatening to put my body six feet under the ground

in my mind I'm alone, I aint got nobody dear,

in reality my friends stood with me, back to back near,

If you only learn one thing from this song, its be yourself

I nearly threw all that away to keep up a veneer,

we had some troubles you and I,

tried to decipher every lie

that I told, I was bold

with the bare face facts,

I owned up to it,

gotta get myself through this,

everybody knows that you gotta flex

if you wanna have success, its a test,

I took it too far, got to lower the bar,

gotta realise that I'm not that hard,

I don't steal cars, I only spit bars,

living life in the slow lane is causing more pain,

so I switched it up,

talked about snitches getting cut

I don't really give a fuck,

cah I nearly gave up

on ever coming back to Hip Hop

told myself fix up, look sharp,

now I'm spitting lyrics from my heart,

I explain this to my bro's

they was angry rightly so,

but I got to shut my hole,

cos I never shotted O's.

and I nearly lost my goals,

now I'm telling all the world bout,

 

how many people die everyday?

how many people throw their lives away?

how many people drive themselves to their death?

 

I might have fucked up, but I have to move on,

now the hands I used to count real friends is one,

keep the friendships tight, like a virgin hole,

now mans circle moving like a cheerio

 

I might have fucked up, but I have to move on,

now the hands I used to count real friends is one,

keep the friendships tight, like a virgin hole,

now mans circle moving like a cheerio