Home-Made Code

(verse 1)

I'm in the back, thinking back/

To a time, to a place/

When i was nine, when i was fine/

red backpack, slot for my plastic snack bag/

When i had mates, when i had dates/

When i had bad days, good days/

Moving at the same rate, in the same race/

No one in the same lane, had my life maintained/ yer/

Look at me now, a broken guy gone down/

Don't know where i be now, who the fuck i see now/

Lost the pathway, redirect me the right way/

Armstrong on the motorway, need to get out ya way/

don't know my position but i know i need motivation/

I'm a bit stiff pass me the lotion, a bit sick pass me the potion/

Can someone give me the thumbs up, feel fucked up/

swear i got sucker punched, aint no sucker for the pain man/

 

[Hook]

Body broken, my mind's woken/

Still moving, yer I'm still moving/

You can't break me, you can't take me/

I'm still moving, still moving/

Legs shaking, hearts dying/

But I'm still moving, yer I'm still moving/

 

[verse 2]

Even though i broke away, snapped that breakaway/

Divide, take away all the takeaway's/

Had to save the money like lil Dicky/

Cause Life aint living pretty, so I'm moving city's/

stayed as long as i could, that's a long time/

Didn't have a strong heart, at this point in time/

Working part time, it was part of me/

I'm partially parked on the wrong side of life/

People ask me, why my shit don't make sense/

rapping in a homemade code, making sense to me/

Wanna do my own thing, that's not a known thing/

All I'm doing is writing, not tranna be tracing/

A car with no brakes, calendar with no dates/

Single fish in a lone lake, I'm my own make/

We make are own fate, we're never too late/

We can always activate, our act of fate/

 

[Hook]

Body broken, my mind's woken/

Still moving, yer I'm still moving/

You can't break me, you can't take me/

I'm still moving, still moving/

Legs shaking, hearts dying/

But I'm still moving, yer I'm still moving/