Lyrics:
Being lost learning something new, 
Mediocrity on YouTube, I cue the few
mono opinions they slew, you think of you not us
I seek what’s true, breaking a ceiling of glass
then the feeling when I wand something
my hands and head bond, to become one, in zone
like chemistry in conversation when time flies, paragon
I wake the morning after to find the magic is gone

Expand yourself
Win, obsess
Expand yourself
people gonna tell you how success is won 
Expand yourself
Win, obsess
Expand yourself
people gonna tell you how success is won 
Work for an overnight success

When a challenge comes up I can’t help it, attack
get stuck, stocked, the alarm went off, get got
I got a solution to vet
Spitting it out, free styling to shine
although it’s fine to correct and align
Learning by doing, flipping and chewing
Screwing, winning, sewing, gap to shut
When things come together, like I finally got it
never quit, always grit, moving even if I sit
like a lion when it needs to eat
the hunt never stop until the pray is meat
vegan it up, it’s business hit the beat
dirty hands, worn feet, messy brain, make it fit
it’s an anthem for a madman who works all the time
like the guy from Beit lahem, you’ll remember him mime
getting better, a sport for a lifetime
Trying is a lifeline, turning obstacles to punchlines

Expand yourself
Win, obsess
Expand yourself
people gonna tell you how success is won 
Expand yourself
Win, obsess
Expand yourself
people gonna tell you how success is won 
Work for an overnight success

win, obsess
it's been ten years for an overnight success

Sucksess

In the past, they used to hit us
It wasn’t just. tears and quiet healed us
One day I was up in the air, I felt the wind under my shirt
Until i felt the stairs in my back, hurt
Then the burn, voices then, gassy words
3 scratches on each cheek, sleep till afterwords

I went home to my room
Welcome to my tomb
Spinning ceiling, no attention
Half a sleep between reality and depression

I know you love me
Is 23 the wrong age
To be a dad, to bring a life
To bring me, dad

I was 35 when I brought you, I changed
I turn to him when I’m mad, deranged
I’m mad I’m mad I’m sad I’m dad I’m bad
But you accept me, for now, that
Positivity, I don’t know if you understand, it was ok to hit and be
Then smile and see
Acceptance, flawed human beens, now it’s nuts
I feel abused, you’re driving me off the charts
Maybe cuffs will hold my instinct when you hit someone I love
Mummy gruffed she’ll leave me, can I be good enough?

I went home to my room, my bed isn’t there
Work forever
Screens with everything, help sensor
Awake between reality and pressure

I know you love me
Is 23 the wrong age
To be a dad, to bring life
To bring me, dad
I know you love me
Is 35 the wrong age
To be a dad, to bring life
To be me, dad

I know you love me
Is 23 the wrong age
To be a dad, to bring life
To bring me, dad
I know you love me
Is 35 the wrong age
To be a dad, to bring life
To be me, dad

Damn son

Birth

Guilt

My hood. Lyrics below

Wake up in the morning police at my door
Shake up neighbours robed from bikes next door, 
Wealthy are worried as crime amass
But they go and throw their bins at the council estates
A guy punched another guy unconscious over race
because a punk made a prank and laughed to face
Kicking footballs parked cars are goals
The coach won’t snitch who punched and scored
Old brits politics, look at us immigrants
Old hits prejudice, they preach vigilance
It fits they think we’re blamed for their sins
We came for the kids, partisanship
This is how it is here, I guess I know
Bermondsey, reputation cold
You watch me work and I’ll watch you roam
I’ll pay more taxes but you’ll own a home

I judge
It’s facts of life 
I hold grudge
Unhealthy strife  

School commences my kid is inside
Moms bring their kids wearing ropes and vibes
Hopes and thighs they make an effort
In birthday parties they sit separate
They come to pick at 3, no after school
Don’t tend to smile at me, we judge it’s cool
don’t you work, what the hell?
The court swarms with kids and vapor smell
They stay up late, shoot at sleeping windows
Toy guns become stones with racial lingos
Anti something to the point of violence 
You’d think they’d know how to communicate after all those hours socializing and learning something

You twat
Judgy twat
Judgy twat
You Judgy twat
You twat
Judgy twat
Judgy twat
You Judgy twat

I judge
It’s facts of life 
I hold grudge
Unhealthy strife




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Pull some muscle moves as I get dressed
Love my butt hate my ass
Top on top, you wouldn’t guess what I press
My routine hurts my chest, still my best

Longs shots, close ups, From a bed to a chair
Small slots, dots dots, tube blare
AirPods Pro, canceling everyone
Random gaze, stare penetrated her ear drum

How long can we hold, enough for a smile to come?
And who will do it first, let’s make it strum
Who will beat me to it, Tiktok depends on the reception
Bars on the phone are the enemy of affection

There is something here, but life is ephemeral
I either do it now or lose the chance, eternal
Beat that butterfly, those wings are rust
Only doing will get me to fulfil my lust

Slash, imagine a world without a stop sign

I open my ears to a Mosquito bzzz
slap myself, blood in a horinto spizzz
Happy I got him, I’ll get you all
Any invader or blocker today will soar

Go get up, find myself in the mirror 
It’s blurry, today I don’t wish it was clearer
Hair goes wild, call it style   
They’ll call it ergophile, I just love to dial

In between the keys and sheets
Where logophiles and satyriasis meet
I made some impressions that are still on their butt
I made them and sustained them, they said stop don’t stop

When passions converge, and acrobatics rad
Calisthenics in bed, stocks brighten from red
This old guy is mad, midlife crisis sad
Positive head, fucks being said
everything else is a fad

Slash, imagine a world without a stop sign

Last night was great they choose to stay
Sucking my dick as I convey
My thoughts on the work that needs to be done
Airing online, holding it together I can’t be done

Zooming on my face, team’s on meet
Whereby I discord trying not to twitch my feet
They have my meat and my background is fake
They’re going Up and down unsteady rate

Talking about when time stretch, what a boff
Opening the chat box, brb, mute, camera off
My control is done on the standing desk
Cables and cum, picturesque

Without a Stop Sign

Enjoy my paranoia

Lyrics:

Good morning, or actually not so much
They heard my my previous song and ain’t going around
I am a racist a sexist a topic of debate
I am slime, not worth a dim, no one can relate
Even my own wife hates
Every word I spat
My life is going to shat 
They eyes are out on my kid at school
He’s getting pushed and bullied because his dad’s a full
I judged too much didn’t hide enough
I thought life was rough but apparently I haven’t been through stuff
Never had it tough and now it’s time 
I’m a perpetrator and now a victim turning the tides 
The hate is raining on x and next-door
I get emails and texts saying I’m a hore
Body slamming me as I walk outside
Filming themselves swearing on me alright
I didn’t get it right, ok, sorry, ok
I’m also human, but it’s not ok
This is not a company PR crisis this is my life
The brick smashed the glass and almost hit my girl inside
It is no longer safe to be
And the whole world is after me
Celebrating the hate, turn of fate
The police are indifferent, say it’ll end
The vultures are here to feast on my problem
Interviews attention before the cancellation happen
Now the silence befall, alone
No one around but depression and rum
My kids are too young to remember I’m good at all
My wife disowned, my parents are gone
My family don’t want to bring this home
I’m sick of this cage, isolation

Working online to get cash in anonymously
Crypto to mask how I cope vulnerability 
What had happen I’m out of words
All I did was to talk about my street under a made up name
not decapitating people with swords
I didn’t mean to offend you I am sorry for having a take
I’m sorry I got my thoughts out in a world that sensors judging but not hate
I’m in cancelled protection can’t protect no one
I’m not rich like Trump who can survive this shot of a gun
I dedicate this to university professors and people with opinions
Who aren’t afraid to speak up and look like weirdoes
It’s ok to say what you think, freedom of speech
It’s ok to have a take, it’s ok to try and reach
It’s ok to be human and change your mind
It’s ok to put yourself out there so you can learn and find
Ways to get better always start with discomfort 
It’s also ok to not change even though others run over you due to that
It’s ok to be human, it’s ok that.
As long as you’ve done something permitted by the law
You shouldn’t be smashed by an internet mob
Can we solve that?


South Bermondsey part 2

You know its gone

Don't Belong

Sander

If it passes

You say you are just kidding but words live in space and change context. You are what you say, sometimes how you say it, rarely what you meant.

Bizawi

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