Scorzayzee - Penny For My Thoughts lyrics

Drama in the palm of the devil How many hell fire levels we got to sink to Before we can settle I'm English tell em all chill and boil the kettle The living room is the working man's temple I'm a Sensei with the pencil A Buddhist on the instrumental A Sufi eating lentil soup training the mental The good Samaritan getting you when you down When you're up you're the man about town New garments getting all the girls cus' ya charmin' The world was a forest You saw the light from the farm And grew ya own food while the police were being rude to ya And the schools were like a prison but ya still living Imagine no fences all my neighbours are safe Padlocks on the gates like the Boogyman waits Freddy Kruger on the TV planning to escape Kids listen what ya mum say We're all strangers until she says otherwise Deep breaths and heavy sighs There's problems all over but the sky's still nice The full moon got the whole world acting strange I hear a dog bark I hear a rooster roost It's angels versus demons and the truth's the truth We're all fruits Chicken or the egg the scientists want proof But all they need is a roof Penny for my thoughts Let me hit the bag and blow steam Writing likes codeine Dean ya so mean on the mic Low esteem No sleep and no dreams No job and no schemes I just like the fresh air Family is my life Raise the kids right I'm thinking I just might Travel round the world with Samantha and see the sights Everything's gonna be alright insh'Allah Don't forget to save the world while you're there though I don't wanna stay in the same place like a scarecrow Be careful ‘for someone gives you an earful About what you should of done and not doing right I'm not doing me I'm doing life Until the sentence of freedom ends Your friends need you and you need your friends The soul's eternal I guess we're in this til it never ends Penny for my thoughts It's like you have to listen to twice 'cus the meaning changes You can fall in the street and get caught by a stranger who saw the danger Before you saw what you missed on the floor was a pile of sh** Thought you had it all ‘til you hit the wall of bricks New avenues open doors with the power of thought Watch ya self the last hour is short Now or never time is like an ice cube Today was a good day Instagram the nice view These old eyes are tired from the everyday bustle You wanna hustle but you ain't got the muscle In case you've got to tussle with your destiny wrote Somebody's cold might catch you from behind for your coat The last thing you ever saw was a firework A quick flash then it's over Like what was the point? But it was beautiful they might tell your story with a musical Most people get a mention in the post Then it's back to work Monday for everyone else The same mundane train journey to pile the wealth Put ya best suit on and go fool the whole planet Super heroes never plan it That's the what raps for and maybe you're an actor Penny for my thoughts What you putting on a act for?