Take for granted, but I don't understand it
Complaints, Distaste, it stays the same
 
Everyday, everytime, a reluctant related relevant memory, losing me in body and mind.

"Who?, What?, Why? And where? All your lil indisgersions, playing with no meaning, your existence I cannot bear.

I'll answer no questions with money jumping, no magic while I stunt you.

The vision of you, leaves you with a taste of blood to the mouth, The pinnacle of a intentional unintelligent take over, if so, try to figure me out.

Living life surrounded by haters, all different flavours but never waver, it's doing me no favours.

When you look at me, and cannot see, all the pain I've been through, you just want me to ill out, don't you?

Our relationships so thin, you've left a grade A story on my skin.

Samuel offend, no?!, you stupid **** ***** I just deliver the post!

Remember all the times to helped, OH WAIT never you *****, so *******, I'll do it on my own and I'll be rich.

You thought you were hard and you scared me but I this time you couldn't see that you were just a freak to me.

Tearing me apart like a self destructive embalmer, Stolen back my body and mind from one I once called mother.

You destroyed our lives in everyway, you're in my head, a head you cannot stay.

I know it's a sad song, but I'm better off without you and this I know.....

Sometimes.....

Man.....

You think you're doing the right thing...

But you ain't...

And even though you try....

Success is nothing without a trail of upset and disappointment in your wake.......

So I'll sit back, tilt the cap, playin with holy sap, gettin' up say your goodbyes, and just never turn back.

Go good, go great, go hard, new slate.

New page in the paper, but I ain't playin, what I did wasn't easy *****, it was labour.

All pain, All truth, no love, it's brutal.

I'm like Bin Laden, the Saudi and a Taliban with a 6 till 6, bringin' planes to the ground. Yet that's it, my life, a burnin' wreck, still to be found.

But look at me now, when you've giving up on fallin', pull a ******' U turn, put your foot down and started ballin'.

"Shut the **** up, man broke bank beggar looking to thrive, think your hard but you can't even drive".
 
You ******* right *****, gimme a lil money and time to fly, taking the edge off the **** and wine, and then we'll see who'll rise.

Maybe you're right, surfing from bench to bench, from sofa to sofa, help was all I wanted and to my brother I'll always owe ya.

Here we go ahh

I act like you don't ******* care, but I'm still here for you, even if you had no choice but I'd still do the things I do

And you still come back again and again, even though I don't know when, again and again, told lies through our friends

Maybe I can set things right, if we steal a flight, and head east, we'll find peace in a place far away from here.
 
Buts that's how things go.

So let's step back and start from the beginning, but you dunno what I been doing exept been sinning, but I ain't speaking about that Satan and lucifer ****, now hold the noose, and we'll get loose and just vanish for a bit.

But while you've been gone I've been working the figures, and blowing up bigger and all because you said the word.....

Don't forget to blame me for everything you've done wrong, you know me Mr Don't give a ****, I'll only hit the ****.

And to the big bloated blameworthy blasphemous *****, gave me the boot cause you take me for a snitch. So shut your mouth babbling ***** but I'll beware what's bothering your boisterous brain, so I'll say a lil prayer and I'll feel now pain.

Alright that's enough B's for now, I only need the one,  and you pushed me to follow this **** and to become myself but that's how I won.

Here I am, same spot, same time.
We're still sittin at this table, but there ain't nothing to dine.
For every pretty penny, and every pocket of pence.
I'm not wanting a reaction, just some recognition for the places I've went.
I'm so tired and I'm so sick.
Of these People who follow me, and you don't care, cause you're a ****.
I put a price on these dice, and asking myself is there more to life.......
I guess not.

It just feels like I'm going in a circle,
you know all I wanted was help but that would be ******* miracle.
Back in, back out, this body is losing
But you don't give a ****, just back to abusing.
With weights on these shoulders, it feels like I'm carrying boulders.
My life, my love, my family, I wear it like a glove, and everytime push comes to shove,
I'll walk free and release the white dove.

So hand on the passion fruit with Lil extra passion,
Add some Henny and **** and let's get back to crashing.
The faces of the people who I've lost along the way.
But if you gotta lil bitty problem just say,
You know I won't listen cos this is promo.
We'll be laughin like a Matrix cos this ***** in slow mo.

It's been 15 years, 4 months, and 40 seconds, well that's what it feels like but that's just work I reckon.
I stood with you, and you don't remember, that's me been slaving away since last September. But I remember
When the police knocked on, I just lay there, scared but I didn't cry, but know I'm gone.

Call me selfish for leaving without a word, that's what you heard.
And you want an apology well **** all of you instead, I still sit and smile but you dunno what's going thro my head, for every pair of kind eyes, there's a darker story behind, and that's why, I cheat you, steal and lie, and I'll always be the same till the day I die.
But still I feel no sorrow

So let's try again tomorrow

Second chances are hard to come by, and that's the reason that I don't cry, I've come so far and still I feel incomplete but I.
Wanna do this and follow my dreams, it ain't no deluxe dilemma and despite my delusions of the desperately deceased, and that's exactly why I'm not as I seem.

For any lil ***** and any cheap snitch, these are the lyrics I write and lessons I teach, I'm so sick of all of you, I've been robbed and jabbed, lied to, cheated and ******* back stabbed,

but I looking not back only forward, focusing on the things I love, I ain't afraid to say cos I ain't no coward, so now I spit my rhymes to the rhythm and climb up and over while I'm breathin', here and back, with the flashback to the black pack on the snapback, and that's why we cut you no slack, and just give me 15 years, 4 months and 40 seconds and I'll be back......ha.