[ Featuring TomFooleryBeats ]
So that is hearing & listening, but just by hearing that, your thirst will not be quenched
If I could find a way to express myself then I'd use Hip Hop
Coz that's the method I've been dreaming of
And sometimes if I feel I should be moving on
I just play another song and my heart knows I'm wrong
It's like a lesson in life, It's like a new type of sight
I feel free on the mic free to do what I like
I can go where I please in this land of lyrical imagery
Where fraudulent MC's keep
Knocking off these hip-hop forgeries and mockeries
Under the pretence of mass popularity
I think with clarity and let this shit encourage me
To keep my grip held firm on reality
It's like a lesson in life, it's like a new type of sight
I feel free on the mic, free to do what I like
That means after hearing, just like walking for two kilometers, you need to think for yourself the truth of what you have heard from your teacher or what you read in the books
The summer breeze helps me rise above the city sleaze
Like a vaccine for disease. I fight back
For those who lack the confidence to counter attack in this world
Of the totally weird, wack and abstract
As I change tack, I feel to rediscover my role
Reaching deep inside to find the truth in my soul
There are many who I pass that I wish to console
But find their hearts are too cold, frozen over like the north pole
Stepping over stones, I roam the scenic landscape
With the tunes that I rate. Keep my morale in a great state
As the next tune begins. I know it's never too late
I've reached my destination and form a plan of escape
So I elevate and move away to where the beats flow
Dragging my rhythm and lyrics in tow as I go, dragging my rhythm
So it's really like walking two kilometers and having reached near the water
And you are able to now see the water. But still, if you don't drink the water
Your thirst will not be quenched
My book of rhymes is too fat to fold so I stand bold
My head's full of stories, waiting to be told
Sixteen years young I float above the humdrum
Thug run, drug slung, streets of London
Curtains twitch as I walk, it makes my feet itch
Neighbourhood Watch stares me down like a cold bitch
Fish and chips, mortar rotting leaving loose bricks
Characteristics I feel to skip as I rip
Like a tide, I follow my pride
To face those upon who we rely
The tide that binds is loosened with time
While opportunity strives, the young struggle to shine
Life is all a mime and education's a crime
So I must set a new trend and make the old rules bend
But now you need to get completely soaked into it. That conviction, you have to get completely habituated with it, repeatedly so that it becomes part of your way of thinking, your way of action. Then compassion will come automatically, you know your loving kindness will come to you automatically, because it's part of your thinking.
