i gotta get this down on the rhyme right now listen to me when i say im fine as hell but there is them days thats hard too tell try to mask it up but it fuckin fails mates around me make me talk its real get it all out man you know the drill i just wish at times man I'd fuckin chill most the time i cant even sit here still even when im writtin this fuck for real i got so much pain yeah you might just feel a little bit of darkness but hey ohwell this is me every day it fuckin kills gotta grit my teeth not runnin for hills when shit gets tough man i chuck em in skills so i shake hands like we made a deal these raps i spit are made of steel its like when i wake up i spin the wheel just to see which one it points to well my mood today isnt that hard to tell i just kinda wish i could scream and yell at the fuckin world i dont need to dwell potent with the rap man cant ya smell hah fuck yeah i just broke outta my shell hope i get this spit here up aswell cos most days I dont even trust myself thats because of my fuckin mental health but thats ok when this rhyme on top shelf A grade shit if i must say myself now dream big when im talkin bout wealth cos this prick has been writtin since he hit twelve thats a good stint man he did it on himself now its time to get it out no need for stealth im gettin kinda tricky now call me commonwealth if i was to see my brain id be countin cells wouldnt have many left but we said our farewells oh well they will bloody grow back but for the mean time i spit this rap focus on it so much and never look back sick of all the posers yeah thats a fact bray.d the dopest i never spit whack dont need to clone me cos i wont lack lets smoke a cone gee so i bust back yeah i hit this nicely im potent with rap i spit it down fiesty you havent seen crap when i let this mind lead im needin a map