This could be the realest sh** i ever wrote Young demon don't fall walking on that tightrope I do this for them looking at their face in blades Sharpened up cos they is paranoid and too blazed Had anger for the world drank it down with hate Still do sometimes you know the pain ache I do this for her black eye and no hope You can make it out make the call f**in go Living 'round the city bruh there's dead souls Ya had tickets on yourself they never sold I predicted ya outcome didn't need a poll Ain't too late to change though come in from the cold I do this for them evicted and eighty sixed Cos they can't afford to pay bills and feed kids I'll be still here even if the light's out Writing in my little zone no drought I do this, for my own sanity and others too, sitting on the dock of the bay spitting the blues I do this, for those with stress and wrecked minds, f** trying to die we trying to climb 4 track recorder that's when i learnt to rap Didn't do it for youtube or fans to clap Did it for myself cos it was my f**in art Now i do it for my people and not the charts I do this for those with holes in their damn roof Got the pots and pans out to catch the dew Got the cans in the cupboard and Salvos food Got stress in their lives it's an uphill feud I've seen the past and the future, wise corneas The domination of computers, and ID forgers Looking in the mirror saying keep ya sh** together Knowing i've been through worse it'll get better I do this for those with CRNS and no work Knowing that they're applications aren't worth dirt Known trials and tribulations that's word I'll be hitting these pages til my ashes burn