Every word I write takes some weight off my chest And every time I fall makes me greater I guess But I still feel depressed and anxious and stressed I'm tryna be the best so I'm testing my limits While perfecting my lyrics by connecting with spirits Letting you hear it cos I'm trapped at the minute In the maze of my mind I can't find an escape But some days I am fine and it feels so great And I hate that I feel worthless as a wordsmith Yet I'm still cursed with writing these verses Hoping you'll purchase follow and subscribe Open your curtains and listen to my life This is time yeah it's written in the sky Yeah it's written in the stars cos lyrics never die I'm imprisoned by these bars under lock and key But i'm the one with the scar I'm the prophecy Loved and I've lost made friends and found enemies I'm aiming for perfection and gaining it steadily I'm still smoking weed so heavily I'm heavenly I'll probably still smoke and rhyme when I'm seventy Tried and I've failed but I'll try till I die Every mistake I make makes me a better guy The failures from the past I've now set aside They're just opportunities for me to get it right I've kept my head down to boost my bars and beats I've stopped roaming towns boosting cars on streets Selling Sat-Nav's for weed cos I felt incomplete With no friends or family aspirations or dreams Fired from my job cos I started taking e's So instead I used a pen to escape reality Scribbling down my feelings and the way that I see This fucked up world excuse the profanity Take a look in my mind at the maze of depression It's mainly aggression a crazy perception That's making me question if fame's a profession Or daydreamed obsession a phase of expression Each day's a new lesson that can change the direction The aims and projections so I am for perfection When I'm writing or rhyming I find it enlightening Whether silent or violent I'm striking like lightning The lyrics I write are my verbal therapy And the bongs I light are my herbal remedy But this earth will never be a perfect territory Stop your search for serenity reserve your energy The lyrics I write are my verbal therapy And the bongs I light are my herbal remedy But this earth will never be a perfect territory Stop your search for serenity reserve your energy I'm tryna sort my life and my head out So why do I feel so depressed now I'm bed bound and my head pounds Every time I hear intense sounds But I'm tryna produce and reduce doubt From the haters that don't know shit about The distance I've come and hurdles I've jumped Got over the beatings from my mum Got over the disappearance of my dad There's a couple of periods that I'm glad I've managed to get through and get past I'm happier now the thought of deaths passed I took my step dads death hard I was a mess with a messed heart Then I moved from my mum's aged sixteen I'm twenty now just chasing a dream The lyrics I write are my verbal therapy And the bongs I light are my herbal remedy But this earth will never be a perfect territory Stop your search for serenity reserve your energy The lyrics I write are my verbal therapy And the bongs I light are my herbal remedy But this earth will never be a perfect territory Stop your search for serenity reserve your energy