Verse 1:
 [bad word] sweet dreams,
I'm having street dreams, on the side-of-the-curb,
Tryna figure out how the [bad word] I-would-converge,
The emotions I'm feeling right [bad word] in-a-word,
But [bad word] that, I'll leave it to the lines-in-a-verse,
Since a younger man I fell-in-love,
With this rap game, addictive with [bad word] buzz,
This [bad word] gets me high quicker than any [bad word] 
Even with the sweet boys and the fake felon-thugs,
But now I'm at the point of no-return,
No other choice now but to make dough-and-earn,
I'm advancing every year as I grow-and-learn,
Feeling close to breaking at times but still I'm going-firm,
Seeing guys who aint on a [bad word] 
Yet to my monthly views, they get treble-in-a-week!
And that aint even jealousy I'll dead-'em-on-a-beat,
But I need to move fast, engine revving-as-I-speak,
Cause, too many days I've had pennies-in-a-bunch,
Tryna count up enough to fill my belly-with-some-lunch !
And if there aint enough, then the deli's-getting-munched !
Seeing rich boys, wishing I was any-of-the [bad word] [bad word] home, Mum's stressed from the lack-of-funds,
Everywhere I look in London it's a sack-of-bums!
Pricks chatting about shanks and packing-guns,
Blaming all their self-made problems off the back-of-slums !
Feeling like this world's all-a-mess,
Every corner that I turn is a ball-of-stress,
Reminiscing on wrong turns and small-regrets,
Wondering if this life is really all-a-test,
So I put the road under-my-feet,
Pen and pad in my pocket and wander-the-street,
Til I don't know the way home, heart under-my-sleeve,
And let it bleed ink onto-the-sheet.......
 [bad word] 

So let this,
Road, take me wherever-she-goes,
While I look to the future or memories-old,
When I need any stress temporarily-froze,
That's when [bad word] down Reverie Rd,

place where serenity-flows,
Where none of life's problems or enemies-go,
Where no, doors of thought can ever-be-closed, [bad word] to Reverie Rd.

Verse 2:

life full of uncertainty,
world of chaos that we try [bad word] perfectly,
I'm just as lost as each of us universally,
Stuck with the way this Earth, unmercifully,
Brings adversity,
Dad died when I was only-a-fetus,
Left my Mum broke on her lonely-to-feed-us,
With a nuts kid growing, if you'd only-of-seen-us!
Dodging different bailiffs every week hoping-to-meet-us!
Always broke as [bad word]  living lower class-in-the-strife,
No family to turn to and ask-for-advice,
It's been pretty dark for the first half-of-my-life,
If karma exists, the next should be sparkling-bright,
But fame and riches aint what I'm thirsty-for,
I just wanna be stable by the time I'm 34,
Not still tryna buss rhymes, living dirty-poor, [bad word] to survive in an estate on them murky-floors,
But can I make-it-on-this-path?
Every song I've made has been illustrated-from-the-heart,
But Rap now, just aint appreciated-for-the-art,
And you aint considered [bad word] if you don't make-it-to-the-charts!
Regardless though I can't adjourn-rap,
I'm too far down this road now to turn-back,
This is my life and that's a firm-fact,
I'll be doing this 'til I'm nothing more than an urns-ash,
This aint like any road-I-can-find,
When I'm here I'm free from the world to open-my-mind,
Speak from the heart, I'm already broken-if-I'm,
Supposed-to-decline,
Something this close-to-divine!

(Repeat from 1st Verse)
So I put the road under-my-feet,
Pen and pad in my pocket and wander-the-street,
Til I don't know the way home, heart under-my-sleeve,
And let it bleed ink onto-the-sheet.....