I’m fed up of the way that I’m livin’
It’s like the passion & pain inside of my brain
Is caged like in prison, but I won’t give in
Times I felt like givin’ in & didn’t
It’s like I’m beginnin’, to slit up my wrists when im spittin’
Are you kiddin?, why you tryna keep them [bad word] hidden!?
Breadwinnin’ don’t mean your man’s allowed to beat on you women
The world is spinnin, but this girls’ lyrics
Make the globe turn on a pivot
ride a beat like an OG ridin a Honda civic
 I smoke it like a cigarette, flowin like a ribbon in a blizzard
If u aint a cynic why are u mimickin?
Yeah sure, my wages are minimum
It don’t mean I don’t put my heart & soul inna dis
mind darker than dark, smile sweeter than cinnamon
Roots aint in this music, but my flavours derivitive
I aint fibbin, its rhythm & poetry, I steal it
Like the kids on street thieving, like they aint eaten for weeks
The worst are concievin’, evil & evil are breedin
Look at what happened to steven Lawrence its horrible init?
man that question was rhetorical leave it,
wanna teach em, to embrace freedom & feel it
& whats the meanin of dreamin if you don’t plan to achieve it!?

You gotta set youself on fire, set yourself on fire, set yourself on fire, fire x2 

Where do they learn it? School?
Where an idiot boy grows into an old fool with [bad word] We’re putting U.S on a pedestal, but you’ll never duel
& you’ll never get that chain mate with no tools
hear the vocals, I aint refferrin to straps
talking bout the knowledge we lack, we need fuel to attack
to keep the fire intact, no I aint from the flats
a sale moor yat, man don’t buss flat peak caps but they pack bats
& suddenly, they think I’m loops on a track
‘cause ive got more smack than a smashed glass in your face getting slashed
what!? Now they think that I’m mad?!
Getting haps ‘cause a couple man think that your bad
Like you wouldn’t get jacked, if you were alone you prat
Nah man your crews looser than slacks
who’s to say your bad when your name’s engraved on a plaque
I ain’t had it on a plate, so I ain’t takin it back
& I aint makin stacks but for sure im breakin’ my back
blatantly facin the facts, my life might never be flash
could be  a flash in the pan, my CD back on the racks
but im slappin em back, ‘cause I ain’t never paid tax

You gotta set youself on fire, set yourself on fire, set yourself on fire, fire x2