This is something for your people on the block to
Blackout and rock to, give you what you need
Like Papa, who shot you
Seperate the weak from the obsolete
the meek, I creep hard on impostors
And switch styles on the dime, quick-witted y'all
Quit tripping, I don't have time for your crying
I grind tough, sucka, make your mind up
Are you in the firing squad or are you in the line-up?
Bang, bang, little monkey man playing
With the big guns only get you slayed
I ain't playing, I'm just saying
You ain't got a sliver of a chance
I get ill and ride the rhythm while you quiver in your parents
So shake, shake down, Money, here's the break down
You can play the bank, Imma play the bank take down
And no mistakes now [bad word] to get you
I'm just a Banksy, you're a Brainwash, get the picture?
It's like that

This is not the end / this is not the beginning
Just a voice like a riot rocking every remission
But you listen to the tone in a violent rhythm
Though the words sound steady
Something emptys within em
We say yeah
With fists flying up in the air
Like we’re holding onto something that’s invisible there
Cuz we’re living at the mercy of the pain and the fear
Until we dead it / forget it / let it all disappear

Waiting for the end [bad word] Wishing I had strength to stand
This is not what I had planned
It’s out of my control
Flying at the speed of light
Thoughts were spinning in my head
So many things were left unsaid
It’s hard to let you go

I know what it takes to move on
I know how it feels to lie
All I want to do is trade this life for something new
Holding on to what I haven’t got

Sitting in any empty room
Trying to forget the past
This was never meant to last
I wish it wasn’t so

I know what it takes to move on
I know how it feels to lie
All I wanna do is trade this life for something new
Holding on to what I haven’t got

What was that when that fire was gone
I thought it felt right but the right was wrong
All caught up in the eye of the storm
Trying to figure out what it’s like moving on
And I don’t even know what kind of things I said
My mouth kept moving and my mind went dead
So I’m picking up the pieces / now where to begin
That hardest part of ending is starting again

All I wanna do is trade this life for something new
Holding on what I haven’t got
I’m holding on to what I haven’t got
Holding on to what I haven’t got

(   This is not the end / this is not the beginning
Just a voice like a riot rocking every remission
But you listen to the tone in a violent rhythm
Though the words sound steady
Something emptys within em
We say yeah
With fists flying up in the air
Like we’re holding onto something that’s invisible there
Cuz we’re living at the mercy of the pain and the fear
Until we dead it / forget it / let it all disappear   )

I’m holding on to what I haven’t got
Holding on to what I haven’t got