The whole of the sky looks amber, My lens, tentatively captures my friends, Lecture me after I vent, Meant to be back in effect, But I see them straddle the fence, Bro, all of them pander to trends, None of them man the defence, All of them strikers, they're only after the 10, They warm up and it's back to the bench, I got the sense, I know the coppers and shrapnel have to be making amends, I can't be bought, I can't be lied to either, I'm baffled by chains of events, Back to the source, If it ain't came from my circle then I wouldn't have gave it a thought, I have to be sought, I got the clarity sorted now, Cus we so clear, bro I exfoliate, I know the taste so I ain't overly concerned about the dough we make. I'll eat til i'm overweight, I'll reach til my shoulder break, I speak for the moment, take, A second to lean and drop the shoulder fake, I woke today and I know my place, Bro I don't tend to plants in a colder place, I chuck the veg in the pan, they rode the wave, Because it led to the land, I know the ways, I got my head in my hands like, Like frank, I don't show my face.

When the city of many tongues cry spare change, It gets pity and heavy lungs because our care's strained, We don't bear pain, on a fair wage, But we'll be frowning all our lives if the air change, So it's fair game, that my syntax, Should attempt to open doors til the hinge cracked, I notice most of the bodies where the brink's at, Put these empty wine bottles in the bin bag, But i'm intact, and my thoughts clear, See the tools and the jewels that we forged here, The thatched roofs attached to the porches, And the pavement still adjacent to the coarseness. This my fourth year, where there's no doubt, Put a battery in my back if I slow down, When the sky's grey, but with no clouds, For my sake I only try say what I know about.

Please don't bury what I said, This old pound coin sit heavy on my neck, I fold out poignant letters from my head, It's profound, buoyant every time I tred on water, Won't drown, when I set my best forward, it's daunting, I got to chisel the lead right, Old man, cold hands, medicinal rest bite, Chipped tooth, rich tongue, visible breath like, The fumes from the car in the midst of the headlights, I'm spitting out phlegm while i'm pissing out red stripe, We sift out them who aren't living their best life. Because they're froze to their mattress, Me? I'm only focused on bandwidth, Them insta captions are the prose of a catfish, And I don't resent who or what I don't interact with, And I don't count my money, that's for the lades at the bank to do. This rum's strong, I maybe should have drank a few, Babe, I should be thanking you, For the light you emit and for the care you give, I feel the sun in my eyes so I bear the glint, I've been weary since, I grew to 2-0, I'll admit it, this fruit too low to picking, They move too slow to be winning, So I trudge beam to beam when the streetlight's buzzing, I don't eat my pudding, so my ribcage showing, This is mid-age growing so I sleep like nothing's, Got my city going rotten at the heart, You can see my pity showing, bottom of my heart, Stayed knotted from the start, I mean i'm good but the violence and the silence is a lot to take apart. The city's been making me nauseous, I pity the grey and the cautious, I've written a page for the hairs on my head so it' fair that I rest when i'm racing the tortoise, I know to be grateful for all this, My friends and the place I was born in, We all a product of something, The briefcase, the sack or the bag with the drawstring. x2 This fruit to be low to be picking, They move too slow to be winning, This fruit to be low to be picking, They move too slow to be winning.

Not an advocate for sensationalising, I know The Daily Mail trying to waste my time, and, All these cheapskates can't handle thin ice, They see the problems and then they skate around it. Grateful that my mates are in the place I found them, Rat race full of snakes and these grey surroundings, Frail old man want to taste the fountain, I'm not thirsty, I guess i'll age without them. Uhh, adolescence on the last stretch, Trying to take these liabilities off my assets, Honing my abilities only add stress, Home's where the restlessness sit, It's not an address, or some words on the mat, Easyjet flight, where the terminal at? Puddles by the curb, I observe from the back, So I don't feel worse if it splash. Regardless of the rhino or the bird on it's back, I keep my lips pursed so my earnings intact, I'm lifting the curse with my verse on the track, Cus I know my grip's worse when the surface is flat. Herds of them after a purpose, I'm actually nervous with that, The matches are burning the herbs in the pack, While the masses concerned with an urn and some tax. The inertia is back I can see it in their walk, Only converse if there's a reason to talk, Die with warm blood and they're bleeding the corpse, There's leeches in all of them. The dark lasts as long as it needs to, Dogs bark back to the sirens, Moths gravitate to my phone screen, Guys motivated by diamonds, It's just creatures and light. x2 I only speak what I write, I miss them evenings where I needed a bike, But I'm feeling alright, I got my heart back after last year, When my car crashed, can't ask for no friends like mine, Pub is how I spend my time, I don't, try to amend what's fine, I attend to vines that grow way bigger than the house, We're ready made winners, they simmer in a drought.

Hunting loops like it's sport when the hours thin, I rate the rain cus the water brought the flowers in, I ache the same when the shower's been, I say the pain and chipped tooth make a sour grin. And a sour head, I feel the monsoon rain down from the showerhead, It's not the wrong tune if I put it down in lead, I know it's gone noon but I ain't got out of bed, I was shallow yesterday but now i'm out my depth. I paracetamol it, I mean, try feel a feeling without tweeting on it. I'm parting with dead weight, I'm trying to compromise with what my heart and my head say, Time's on my side, so there's tar where my head lay, You know I know the profit's not far from the red tape. The rest say it's almost on par with the prose in the song, Running, gone far through these roads that i'm on, In these dirty one stars with the rose on the tongue, Stream that run beside still frozen and calm. Can't stop the rain if I tried, Can't sleep, screens keep straining my eyes, Self indulgence only tainting my pride, Can't fight the waves, I'm embracing the tide. x2 It's at my waist but i'm fine, I don't feel afloat no more, I don't feel the rope that moors, Any boats to my shore, I'm surviving, I don't live with hope, it resides in me, I watch the smoke rise up from my chimney, Not deciding the path, i'm gonna lean with the breeze, I feel like my whole city feeling at ease, I feel like an old dinghy leaving the quay, I feel like leaving the key in, I'm just gonna leap in the sea, I still like the movements i'm seeing, I will write the music I need, I'll even reap all the seeds I've sown. I'm grown, And I don't want to speak on the phone, Don't take your shoes off, even when the reaper's at home, It's only clean where i'm going. (chorus) I'm embracing the tide, I Can See it! These dark grey clouds still engrained in the sky, My heart weighs down on the paper at night, I Can See it, sunbathing despite, These dark grey clouds still engrained in the sky, My heart weighs down on the paper at night.

A lot of shouting fingers not about what they preach, A lot of pretty big claims that came with out the receipt, A lot of Ableton packs that ain't amount to a beat, About twenty Queen's heads in the pouch of my fleece. They're claiming sounds of the streets, They ain't been out here in weeks! Turn your snap maps off, Like Batman, Gotham's never out of my reach, LC boys from the ground to the ceiling, Healthy noise is just the sound of my feelings, Tell me joy's only found in the evenings, They'll be poised to need pounds for the weekend, Not enough hands to keep counting the weaklings. Strictly bucket hats in the summer, If I cross your mind, put it back in the gutter, Gave them all a taste, took the rats to the butter, Now every song I make, they fucking ask for another, I was taxed on the commas, back in to retail, If i'm not in it, then it's lacking the detail, Rat's in the street, still cracks in my phone screen, Don't ask me to get back to your e-mails. These cash cows and city-dwellers, I'm out the way from glass houses and gritty sellers, The shit he tell us, been passed down, The city of gold miles, foxes, hash browns and shitty weather. Old piles of boxes full of creased clothes, I left her house with lipstick on my cheekbones, Old smiles and these Ryanair flights got me living like a man who don't know where his seeds sown. My weak bones are an ode to my senses, I know half the youth are either broken or pensive, You know I try to keep my toes on my cement, This is about nothing but my prose and cementing my place. I don't fear the crows on the fence, I'm more about my growth and my friends, I'm more about what shows in my lens, Stop talking man I know what you meant.

Learning every day, That these hands I control being placed on the fulcrum weren't to leverage weight, The burden severs ties, I'm working every night, Wording of the script earning several tithes. Burning every bridge, If it lead to the furnace or the church or the cemetery, Won't purchase what you're selling me, I can see the bags under eyes, is it hurt or is it empathy? I dodge drama like the plague, So i'm building walls; is it armour or a cage? I'm honoured til the fade out, Running like a grey hound, Feet in the sand, no land for your safehouse. Act grand, speak less, send the money to my PayPal, I done it for the shake down, Sunny when the grey clouds clear, Mum, I'm really getting paid out here. Sunny when the grey clouds clear, I'm really getting paid out here, I might say i'm near, But my fist's tight when my hand full, My fist's tight when my hand full, I pulled the rug and broke your ankles, Man, I need a little warmth when I'm adjusting the sample.

Real death likes eye contact, And the macabre glow from these lines and dots, Gives a point of reference when my mind goes blank and I can't look back when I try to stop. I ain't grieved for her yet, Fuck my stiff upper lip because I need to resent something, My family know she didn't leave with regret, She thanked the nurses every time that they walked by. I feel this glow so I'm basking in it, Bone feels harder when it's masked in skin, Slow burning pain and much faster sinning. I can't even say I shed a tear at the funeral, That's unusual to me, I know it's part of the steps to remove the debris, I assume that i'm weak, I presume i'm a psychopath, And I might know that in the future when I've learnt more, And it's super that I've earnt more, In the past few months than in my lifetime, now, But it's not rose-tinted on the timeline, Not no incentive at the night time, Stop going gentle I can't bide time, Know i'm pensive, I'm not out the box, Man, she told the same nurses all about my job, Over the sounds of them lines and dots, And I can't not see it when I try to stop. I now know nothing ever really matter, like, Nothing's going to make me fear what's after life. Real death likes eye contact. Real death likes eye contact. Grandma never sat on leather sofas, Kept Grandpa sane but he never noticed, Grandma never swotted moths or spiders, The money in my card was not often fivers. She was, made of softer fibres, Ash to ash, it might of crossed my wires, She was, made of softer fibres, Dust to dust, I shouldn't waft the fire. Real death like eye contact. Real death like eye contact.