The Gist

There are no signs of me giving in,
They say take care
Cause this life is so intricate.
If you believe
Then your options are limitless.
I just love it when lyrics start kicking in.
And I love it when people start listening.
Like this kid’s on some different shit.
Raos paus ehe loves it
Not rapping for dividends.
Speaking for everyone,
Not just England.
Bringing you light like a filament.
They were not ready
For flows that I’m bringing in,
Flows I’m discovering
Got the big picture
Now It’s time to colour it.
I’m just glad
‘Cause I know who my mother is,
I know my dad
And they’ve shown me what loving is
Bopping my head to this beat
‘Cause I’m loving it
Each verse appears
Through my power of summoning.
I write for the days where they cheer when I’m walking out.
Do you get what I’m talking about?
Making them cheer until they hear me say order now.
Refrain from the talking now.
Words are money
And people keep balling out.
I keep my words in off shore accounts.
I’ve grown
So I hope that I’m cooler now,
Not to society
To the important crowds.
I hope I get fans
Hope they follow me all around.
I’m making music for listeners,
Bopping your head on the train I can picture it.
But I will not got too deep into it
Filling a page
Goes way deeper than filling it,
I hear you mumble it sounds so ridiculous
Words slurring out of your mouth
‘Cause there’s pills in it.
Made it there fast
And you think that you’re killing it
I’m on my way
Taking time on my pilgrimage.
Trekking it out in the wilderness.

(Break)

(Verse 2)

Love is such a far fetched word
If I invest more time
Then I might get hurt.
But if I,
Feel pain then I might just learn,
I, give breath to a lifeless verse.
We, tend to grow
When this life gets worse
And sometimes learn
What we might be worth.
I, rap hoping that I might be heard.
Hope is what keeps me kicking,
I pour hope into my dreams
And that leaves me dripping.
Blood, sweat and tears
But I still keep spitting.
Rising to occasions
I feel real different
But,
This overthinking might kill me.
I was so selfish
To think she could heal me.
It’s got to the point
Where I think just to feel free.
I try and talk but I still barely spill beans,
Love is real
But I don’t know what real means.