Deemed us as savages,
That’s how they branded us.
Numbered us off,
Like the holocaust.
Stripped of a heritage.
That’s how they divided us.
But when we speak we’re told to *******.
Left to Watch in horror as lives are lost.
Overdosing on drugs or getting shot.
Drinking the fire water to numb the trauma,
Of our salads being tossed.
By hands left unwashed.
Missing and murdered when’s the pain going to stop?
Tell me when the pains gonna stop?
Huh?
Hold up. I don’t think yawl awake enough!
And I ain’t talking if ya woke or not.
I’m talking bout opening up.
Wondering if yawl got hope or not?
Cause I’m truly broken up,
Survived off rice and ramen as youngen,
Yeah when we was broke as ****.
Raised by a single mother,
Dealt with Aces in her oven.
So, ya bet that statistics were dark as ****.
Uh! ****.

Heavy head wears the crown of thorns,
Was blue and black when I was born.
Little did I know that wouldn’t be the only storm…
That I would face.
Been close to death so many times,
I could probably draw heavens gates.
That ain’t an exaggeration.
Cause I swear some days the Grim Reaper must’ve been on vacation!
Yet here I still stand, gotta protect this land.
As the King of the Savages.

Trying to thrive through this wilderness,
With so many disadvantages.
Hard to speak the truth,
When they still try to silence us.
Hard to teach culture and language,
When they handcuff us.
Criminalized our identity and treated our beliefs as blasphemous.
Treated like Devil children,
That’s why the sent in the church to exorcise us!
Hard to create a movement or protest,
When the government treats us as domestic terrorists.
Colonial law and the Indian Act,
Still keeps many powerless.
It’s hard to be proud,
When all they do is shame and blame us.
Ironic isn’t it?
But as they say…

Heavy head wears the crown of thorns,
Was blue and black when I was born.
Little did I know that wouldn’t be the only storm…
That I would face.
Been close to death so many times,
I could probably draw heavens gates.
That ain’t an exaggeration.
Cause I swear some days the Grim Reaper must’ve been on vacation!
Yet here I still stand, gotta protect this land.
As the King of the Savages.

And then I wake up…
Just to pour another drink.
Yeah I wake up…
To swallow pills that give some relief.

And I wake up…
Alone again
Wonder if today's the day,
I put bullets through my head.

Times almost up cause…
Addiction be my lover,
Times almost up cause I'm…
Running out of veins to discover.

Tell me why? Tell me why?
I must remain while those I love die!
Tell me why? Tell me why?
I still feel everything, yet can no longer cry?
Tell me why? Tell me why?
Why can't I die? Why can't I die?

See I grew up being a failure,
Got abused left and right,
Some days I swear I saw my maker.
Asking him why I keep having to fight?
A cruel world filled with misdemeanours.
That delight in cockfights.
Never roosting on their morals,
Instead, they make mountains out of molehills.
Clubbing tender-hearted fools like me refusing to club the seals.
After all, Men can't show weakness they gotta be hard as steel!
This must be a nightmare cause this **** can't be for real?

And then I wake up…
Just to pour another drink.
Yeah I wake up…
To swallow pills that give some relief.

And I wake up…
Alone again
Wonder if today's the day,
I put bullets through my head.

I'm so torn inside,
Since the day they tore me from my mother.
Grew up in a penitentiary reciting Our Father.
Torn from a culture, from my sisters and my brothers.
Many tried to escape but could not escape the vultures.
After all we might have lost our culture,
But we couldn't bleach the colour…
Of our sin, oops I meant skin.
Then again it was all the same to them.
The supposed holy ones that wore the devils grin.
Uh, but **** it for my….

Times almost up cause…
Addiction be my lover,
Times almost up cause I'm…
Running out of veins to discover.

Tell me why? Tell me why?
I must remain while those I love die!
Tell me why? Tell me why?
I still feel everything, yet can no longer cry?
Tell me why? Tell me why?
Why can't I die? Why can't I die?

And then I wake up…
Just to pour another drink.
Yeah I wake up…
To swallow pills that give some relief.

And I wake up…
Alone again
Wonder if today's the day,
I put bullets through my head.

Doomalate the formula, chemistry insane.
**** a hypothesis, lets pinky and the brain.
Combine with intensity, till madness turns sane.
Gotta break a couple backs, just ask Bane and Bruce Wayne.
Just like money doesn’t always solve problems, in fact it’s keeps many chained.
Like being being combined in a column.
Than Columbined.
Ain’t **** changed since 99.
**** will just keep receding like Derrick Whites hairline.
Till tensions blow up like Palestine.
I don’t mince meat or words just to appease your waistline.
Why can’t ya be more like Will smith by not swearing in ya lines?
Cause it helps me release my pent up aggressions instead of assaulting comedians!
Who knew the better role model for kids would be Eminem?

In this lyrical revolution, I’m Noah’s ark.
Floating over ya stone cold hearts.
That Think that I’m toxic, yet are the ones swimming with the sharks.
But I learned a long time ago there’s no use educating marks.

I be meaning well,
When I excel,
Like maxwell,
Ding ding … ring the bell.
Kiss my diamond crusted pinky ring,
Gotta do what ya gotta do to win the belt.
Cry to Press like unlisted peons but that won’t make ya king.
Ya scrawny otters need to drink some milk.
Cause unlike ya ******* I’m built!
Built up from the ground cause I was willing to,
Step over ya unwilling to leave the pound.
Stepping over haters that tried to keep me down; self-defeating.
Narratives excusing and excluding.
Spinning wheels never ending, never changing.
Fearing Success cause its a blood sport that Damns Van’s & Claude-Jeans.
Never to be main characters like Jimmy  Neutron, left to starve on Planet Sheen.

Verse 1:
Rising to top, but I ain’t gonna drop.
No,no,no,no I ain’t gonna drop!
Cause I’m sipping on success,
******* ******* on my private jet yeah, yeah.
Sipping on success, the grind never stops.
Get that tattooed on ya chest.
Facing every challenge, unable to be stopped.
No, no, no, no I cannot be stopped!

Pre-chorus:
Cause I’m always evolving, yeah!
Musics my compulsion, yeah!
Uh, I Keep on evolving, keep on evolving,
Living my life like a sultan, like a sultan.

Chorus:
Isn’t that something? Uh, isn’t that something? Yeah
Doing **** my own way, my own way.
Cause I don’t play, no I don’t play.
And if you don’t like it, there’s the highway.

Verse 2:
Hit the road Jack, if ya ain’t willing to step up to the bat.
But even you do, You never hit the level that I am at.
Sorry not sorry for the lack of sympathy.
All I gotta give ya is the smallest symphony.

Pre-chorus:
Cause I’m always evolving, yeah!
Musics my compulsion, yeah!
Uh, I Keep on evolving, keep on evolving,
Living my life like a sultan, like a sultan.

Chorus:
Isn’t that something? Uh, isn’t that something? Yeah
Doing **** my own way, my own way.
Cause I don’t play, no I don’t play.
And if you don’t like it, there’s the highway.

Bridge:
Haters gonna hate, uh haters gonna hate.
Unlike you I do not break, yawl too fragile, yawl too fake!
I pour my heart & soul into this ****.
& that hard work turned into grit.

Chorus:
Isn’t that something? Uh, isn’t that something? Yeah
Doing **** my own way, my own way.
Cause I don’t play, no I don’t play.
And if you don’t like it, there’s the highway.

Outro:
This journeys a hustle,
Some of yawl too soft.
Don’t understand the struggle,
That’s why I make hits and yawl make flops.

Sometimes I wanna put my head in a blender,
Ain’t been sober since September, never wake me up till I see green days front & centre.
Everyday another ****** than I go and get fried.
No, futurama just future drama, but **** it I’m zombified.
With hangovers being the only thing confirming I’m even alive.
Treating life like a game but in real life there ain’t no revives.
But I know eventually like Chester I’ll cross that new divide.
Where the irresistible force & the immovable object collide.
Understand the analogy? If not my apologies.
For these are just the ramblings of addict unable to stop gambling.
Gambling with the life creator has graciously given me.
Wonder if he’s disappointed in me.
Uh…
Think I need some more REM &
***.
Blacking out till the next one.
Blacking out till I’m gone
Uh…

Liquor in my dreams,
Liquor in my mind,
Stumbling around the streams of thought,
Like a philosopher lost in time.

Liquor in my dreams,
Liquor in my mind,
Drowning out the past,
That left me traumatized.

Got me wanting to take a leap of bad faith,
Right into oncoming traffic.
1000 ways to die to meet the wraith awaiting like a bandit.
To take away life off the list with a tick,
Tick, tick.
No escaping the Clock of fate.
That’s why I numb my mental state.
So, I don’t feel **** when I arrive at hells gates.
Cause it cannot be worse than the **** I’ve already faced.
At least I’m hoping that is the case.
For goodness sakes.
Give me a ******* break.
But life is rigged speedway where shadowy figures cut one’s brakes.
Understand the analogy? If not my apologies.
For these are just the ramblings of addict unable to stop gambling.
Gambling with the life creator has graciously given me.
Wonder if he’s disappointed in me.
Uh…
Think I need some more REM &
***.
Blacking out till the next one.
Blacking out till I’m gone
Uh…

Liquor in my dreams,
Liquor in my mind,
Stumbling around the streams of thought,
Like a philosopher lost in time.

Liquor in my dreams,
Liquor in my mind,
Drowning out the past,
That left me traumatized.

I may not be able to birth a child,
But I swear that somedays I go through birthing pains.
To say that I’ve been through things,
Is a ******* understatement.
A survivor without guilt, sick of the chains,
And the constant payments.
If self care was a stock it’d be the best ******* investment.
Gotta figure out the Tetris blocks, cause services cost more than a months rent.
Plus it’s a joke that thinks it can take the stank outta the coffin with incense.
Insensitive at our expense, can never understand what it’s like across the fence.
What it like to always be in suspense.
Keeping glocks hidden cause ya never know when **** will get intense.
Never knowing when the clock stops to tick till it’s… next stop the graveyard express.
***** a complex mess that keeps recycling tragic events.
Never fully addressed, cause we so desensitized to the content.
Got me wondering…
What the ******* the point of growing pains,
If we ain’t grow.
Never appreciating the drive till ya die like Vincent Van Gogh!
Too busy criticizing individuals, unable to look beyond the storm to see the rainbow.
Got me wondering…
Where would I be today if no one took the time to see my rainbow?
If all they did was focus on the storm?
I probably would’ve took my life with a knife that night.
Traumatizing my mother, fulfilling a parents worst fright.
I just want those that are struggling currently to keep up the fight.
To speak up and get help, and know that through the darkness there is light.