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A project about the value of art, and a love letter to rap. 

by simon a. & DBlaxx

I CAN'T SELL THIS

The Vicky line from the Stow to the Brix.
I done it before, but this one was different
I just lost my job and it 
Weren't easy, simply the boy weren't a kid, he was paying rent.
Now the cost of living wasn't making sense.
He was basically finished. He thought he was going ad astra.
Station on station repeating the mantra:
I'm different, I'm different, I'm different, I'm different.
I swear that I'm different, I promise I'm different.
They never did listen, he stated a mission,
The vision was tunneled, they pummeled and hit him
And asked "whose turn is it for submission?"
They left burning questions on this one.
King's Cross came and went and he missed it
Tryna figure out what to tell the missus...

I'm different, I'm different.
I swear that I'm different, I promise I'm different.
The mantra was hidden in plain sight.
He decided the sentence became lies
In an instant. If it wasn't for Charlie and his meddling stuff he hardly would have had to pedal that far.
But who are we? Just some irrelevant staff?
But I'm different.
I don't need your penance.
Got pennies on the pound for an account with no interest.
Didn't make a sound when the town was in stitches.
Dinner came around and he had to have fish fingers.
And doesn't the stench linger?
Looked in the mirror, he's a dead ringer
For a pagan. Hypocrisy lead him here.

The Vicky line from the Stow to the Brix.
I done it before, but this one was different
I just deeped I'm one of the citizens.
Everybody treats their beef like venison.
Like it's a special one, never that.
Takes a village to raise a kid, and in fact
This is one for the guys throwing tantrums.
Day after day just repeating the mantra:
I'm different, I'm different, I'm different, I'm different.
I'm different, I'm different, I'm different, I'm different.
I'm different, I'm different, I'm different, I'm different.
I'm different, I'm different, I'm different, I'm different.
I'm different, I'm different, I'm different, I'm different.
I'm different, I'm different, I'm different, I'm different.

Swear down, boy your mum is a opp.
Look how she raised you a liar.
Me, I still think I've got different desires.
Picking a road that was chosen from day one.
Begging it made me forget where I came from.
This is London town, it's 24.
Been in it from the dirt, from the very soil.
But when they come and tell me I'm one of them,
It just makes me feel sick, I'm a fucking gem.
I'm built differently, every single problem is a cinch for me.
Smartest in the room and it's clear to see, an arrogant clout miner who thinks he's "He".
Or "Her" or "Them", or maybe that guy.
It's time I go buy my own limelight.
But people are afraid to listen (to listen)
Not to respond, everybody thinks they're...
Different.

And still...
A late night with panicking a lot.
The stress of an amateur to go pro.
A late night with panicking a lot.
The stress of an amateur to go pro.
A late night with panicking a lot.
The stress of an amateur to go pro.
A late night with panicking a lot.
The stress of an amateur to go pro.
A late night with panicking a lot.

THE MANTRA

(As if they knew.
As if they knew.)

I see older tendencies.
Some of the newer contentions have now gone away.
They were watching over us
Wondering what the hell had made them act this way.
As if they knew how much we could
Destroy ourselves with no input.
Ask us, we'd say "no
If it wasn't for the Dumbo's,
We'd live in utopia,
And who wouldn't wanna visit us?"

Your friends can see. 
Call the entire gang and let them fall in line.
God forbid they disagree,
One little tick can turn into a homicide.
As if they knew we would be weak.
And fall to our own insecurities.
Ask us we'd say "no,
If it wasn't for the arseholes (no)
We'd live in utopia,
And who wouldn't wanna visit us?"

Oo.
They weren't in mood.
(As if they knew.
As if they knew.
As if they knew.
As if they knew.)

Well.
I can tell you what from above the sky.
I never noticed any single one you guys.
Why would we wanna help an ant from out the molehill?
What could you offer up that wouldn't make someone go ill?
Oh, I'd make some changes, but I can't bothered.
See what you built, I doubled that and gave it to another.
Boy this is high grade, ask your mother.

Maybe we should come to your aid.
Teach you some manners, you sure failed.
Show you what life is with no greed.
The beings before you had sowed seeds.
The scrapings of history you found should alarm you
They detail a history of thieving and trauma.
You think you would learn from mistakes, but you can't, so
We think that's why your previous lives left you nothing.
As if they knew you would never
Want more than what you think is your treasure.
As if they thought "well,
We're all ending up in big hell so
May as well burn the town to bits."
We'll be back in a thousand years.
Hopefully you fixed up...

FERMI

I keep looking to the past to find me,
Holding onto who I thought that I would be.
But who I was back then is not who I am right now.
Why do I hold on and think too much about?
Draining me, holding on is draining me.
It's draining me, holding on is draining me.
It's draining me, gotta let go of what I know.
I think I should let go.

And it was bound for the, bound for the reload.
Yeah, they say they're down. Are you pound for a kilo?
I had the past toying with me like I'm Fisher Price.
And I know it felt nice, was it really nice?
I think I done a big one, done a 24.
Why does it feel like it ain't getting better anymore.
I remember watching fosters home on the teev
When everything was all rose, now it's gone green.
Well, maybe that's part of the story.
Well, following a plan gets boring.
Maybe it just weren't that good back there,
Leave it all behind, disappear,
Cause I...

I keep looking to the past to find me,
Holding onto who I thought that I would be.
But who I was back then is not who I am right now.
Why do I hold on and think too much about?
Draining me, holding on is draining me.
It's draining me, holding on is draining me.
It's draining me, gotta let go of what I know.
I think I should let go.

She said she's heard of the man and I'm like "no shit".
Ex man doing side eye, oh shit.
But why would I go try write man a diss
When I got your girl, back of the cab, like "baby hold this"?
But I'm past all that, all I need is good vibes.
Squallay here in the back of the ride
With a Maggie in hand and a Wray, no ice.
Memory lane, ain't gotta see me now.
Toxic things, gotta leave them out.
Was it really that good or was I dreaming out?
Either way, I'm feeling too easy now.
See, I just stepped in balling,
Only focussed on things that's important.
Ex phoning my line, that's too boring.
No bad energies can mess with this calling.

It's draining me, cause
All the things I tried to say.
So many things got in the way.
But maybe it's part of the story.
Maybe I should get away from here.
Leave it all behind, disappear.
I can't be whatever you want, whatever you
Whatever you need, whatever you
Whatever you want, whatever you
Whatever you need. Whatever, you.

The pressure.
Enter the world, CP time, learn a lesson.
Must work 25/8 24/7
If you wanna live normal, gotta sleep on a stretcher.
As if they would let you have fun like you used to.
Remember when we didn't have stories for a viewer?
Remember when you had to wait a week for an epi,
But remember when they spewed lead out of every engine.
I wonder what the damage was.
Think it's been 6 years since we hit the barrier.
I used to think a BM i8 was a chariot.
But it was an XL Trojan, and inside, a bunch of short lives looking for a girl to chat her up.
I spoke to a young boy and he said he's proud of me.
I spoke to an old man and he said he's proud of me.
Maybe I should stop trying to predict the story and
Just let the words hit and charge me up like a...

I've been looking to the past... (it's draining me)
Holding onto who I thought... (It's draining me)
But who I was back then is not... (It's draining me)
Why do I hold on and think-
It's draining me all the time...

simon a.

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