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Common sense has left the stage
Life’s about to turn a page
Somehow it all feels

Pointless, just leading nowhere, wasted

It ain’t all just black

and that's all like it's Cane's
Distinguishing features all covered by shade
No way you can link it with nothing to make
I'd rather no name with the face
Take

Milling about for a socket wrench
To test all fortitude
And fortune teller's wit

To wait to speak when older
Trains full of soldiers have been known

and I won't
Let it go to waste
A hateful heart
A loving sole
Just think about it
Two things that don't go
That won't work
Just wasting time
But it's

to the car real fast
You'd think by now I would not forget to grab it
The benefits included with it becoming a habit
Like anonymity, nobody in proximity to me

A mixture of emotions, decisions and sorrow
Bound by time, birth, death and what's in between
Torturing my brain to make sure my heart stays clean
Afraid

So many knifes in my back
I needed surgery
Heard shawty Movin different now
Like she ain't heard of me
How could you tell them lies about me
Commit

different and shit
Now it's easy to open
About difficult shit
It's philo
When i be lo
Uh
Emcees know
When i reload (click click)
It's philo when i be low

Craig Umbridge used to be a Congressman
But now works at a Johnny Rocket’s
Once his day involved carefully reading
The many pages of a resolution

up I watch back gardens rushing past
And think about all those people living here alone
You can go unnoticed when everything's so fast
We have to check

different
Yet I still hope that you'll listen
Cuz the things they've said since olden days
Are the same things I bring to the page
I'm trying just to end

another day
The storm rages on from all I carry
Memories of ages long and merry
Twisted by stages, strong and scary
Pages now gone from my sanctuary
Melted

monkey on a limb with its tail in the air
it's about to fall I down I'm not prepared
carefully remove all the sin from my skin
I've got three legs

on the yellow page
The same words I’ve read for ages
About the mellow man
Who sat down when everyone ran

Many have called me unstable
They say I am lost in

the centre stage
Got it on a page
I told you I was coming to take this game
Frame by frame
Jigga man came
Saw him on the stage
I played and I played

the whole reason to blame?

Who told me that I had to prevail?
Why'd you make my existence a fail?
Can't control, About to explode
The aura encompassed within

left behind the second set
Of textbooks titled
How to live you life
Without a nickel or a dime
Alone and free for the first time
I guess he'll have

half bus yute
People see mi think mi lose couple screws
Yuh can stay deh later mi den pon news
Aye PR stunt use it
It's no longer about music
Tell unnu

the world made me one
Now I wander like a sad dog
Blinded by damn fog
Can't even read the damn song
I'm all about my check like Prague
That shit is like some

compassionate or just heartless?
Book a flight to Jakarta that's where Brian lived
My idol's 22, damn my brother's older than you
But I still keep both names in

not that worthy
Wish to see the day my brother marries
Stricken by the Mother energy that the thunder carries
Such is scary
I'm under many enemy lines,

The electricity in this mirror
Whispers to my ears
About all the clashing pathways I live with
Hitting my senses with sparks and nails
Showing me

to send gotta capture the moment
Look how the time be running if it ain't now then when? Dead.

You can put the kicks in my coffin a Nike and a three-stripe

well known state of mind
That you write in pages of a more authentic dream 

Making new lights in baltic memories Piecing together dreams of our pure