Verse

I'm on the road again,
Nice guy but I roll up in my hoodie and,
Screw face passers by, so they're afraid of me,
cross the road, they don't see who I really am,
just who I'm trying to be.
I'm really not me.
A nice guy, nice friends, with a bad streak
Silly men act tough, but they ain't me.
I guess that's why they run up to my face,
and when I look into their mind, it's always empty.

I try to, push education to the young ones,
graduated now, look at all I've done, son.
22 going on like I'm 35, tryna survive.
With, minds of the elders, so many sceptics,
so many envious, so many helped me.
See all their bad traits, everything I'd never be.
Everything I've seen and everything I would never need.
I'll shake your hand but, that's cause I'm polite.
Don't think I'm part of this stereotype.
So many b**** about so many men,
Then they see them and it's like they're best friends.
I, won't react to people being b****es,
I just won't acknowledge you, mind how you switching.
I'm never changing my attitude for you,
If you're famous, okay, but that is nothing cool.

I respect talent, real recognise real,
That's why they recognise me, they recognise will.
They realise I'm realer than most of these big ballers
with really big money rolling with millis and vocoders.
That ain't me though, wondering why I'm not signed?
Don't know the answer, maybe it's not my time...yet
Focus myself, I'll stay patient.
Walk up and down the ends. Word to Statemeant.

I'm that kid with an attitude, my flow's so coherent,
hear my voice in prominence, my words clearer.
Master of the mic, cause I've studied this for years,
degree in music, I'm a music man to peers.
Ask anyone that knows me, my work rate is alarming.
People try to parallel and I keep disregarding.
Cause honestly I'm tired of proving everything through words so,
let me break it down a little better in verses, cursive,
It hurts when you're heard but ain't worth it,
So they will write you off
cause they don't see what your word is,
yes, I am a wordsmith, though I'm still developing,
call me ever rising like I'm living off adrenaline.
They high from toking everything.
high from highest highs, flying by, like they're balling,
flying high on the Emirates.

I've given you the world, given you the best of me.
Though it's not apparent cause there's too much going on,
I feel like we're teenagers in need of some attention,
every time I sing, I want you to hear my song.
I want you to sing along, is that much to ask for?
I don't wanna be rich, I just wanna last more
So when I'm long gone,
You can hear my voice,
I could carry on. I could fill the past void.
Of never having hope, having dreams, having goals.
Give you Power Trippin so that you can reach the world.
Everyone's a hero in this life full of hopefuls,
So I am nothing more than anyone you'd ever hope for.