Lyrics:

I can't find the points to the lies I see in life; it isn't right.
What the price? I pop the pill n say goodbye.
So I smoke my weed, let me be. 
Can see you inside my mind isn't right, I pay the price to feel free.
Sleepless nights, waking up to cold sweat, so stress.
2 years feeling like I'm living in a dream. 
Yesterday wasn't like any other days, I crave, my mind went insane.
Eh
Sometime I feel free; just not today.
Feeling like I just regret anything before touching those pearly gates.
All the hate What they seek.
Hating on the fact I'm working to the top, so hot don't drop.
For no-body is going through my mind.
All my boys I trust are going doing dirty lines.
Going for my prizes, glitter through the night, working through the hard for them diams. 
Everyone try but some live some die.
Some my boys turned their back on me for good, some of them are long gone, RIP. relapse to the drugs. Some of them are struggling to eat, some struggling to sleep.

Hey

I stick to myself and try to make that bread. It never ends
Showing the boys who has the best, turn that shit into a bloody mess.
RIP to the ones we lost. At What Cause?
Everyday it's the same, I see it on the news.
Dress in black, it a fact. There no turning back, we trying to make our money to eat our honey to our stomach full
Fools out here trying using toolie to make their money, they so hungry. 

Foolies

Me

I feel blessed up cause my demons at my door, they knocking down it, wrestling for more it a round for round.
I'm going down for sure, but I'm not going out without..
Everyday seem the same, but it isn't.
Grinding for da fire, get me higher, city lights glazy, eye are hazy, feeling faded. 
Getting more hammered, letting all my pain fade away, hoping for better day.
Hey.
I Shout-out to my fams grinding away, trying make their bread silently.
Everyday we wake up, going for the hustle, no fucking pressure.
Eh
Life is stressing, life a lesson; grab your pen and paper write down what ya learning.
All they saying "Izzee You'll never make it".
It isn't about the famous or the glory.
I want people understand the lyrics and the stories.
Connect to the broken.
Life is short, but not the stories we holding; Jah bless those on the road.

Oh

Will my eyes see the truth of the world?
CovID19 hit us pretty hard.
I don't think we even will see it now?
2025 seem pretty short now.

Youth bloods spilled on the streets

Ya For sure

Young mothers, Young Father

Ya For sure

Mothers will ball
While Father call their brothers n sisters and beg for vengeance.

So I smoke my weed
Let me be
As you see people act blind to those see the truth

If you pick up a book and read that book, you gain wisdom and knowledge; but you decided to put the book and not read a single page, you not gaining wisdom or knowledge. You will not learn anything.

Soundtrack Produced by; Scarface Martin

IZZ33 ØN TH4 B34T - TH3 F33L5.mp3

I'm a freestyler, lyricist and poet. Music is my hobby and cooking is what I love.