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[Werd]
I used to think it was about the music
And how we could use it to make a movement
But you dont want to hear it have you feelin foolish
This rap thing mate you ain't ment to do it
Why mic and booth it? Your mind you loose it
But in my mind I had somthing to prove sh*t
Mine was music incline to do it
But in time I find I am f*cking useless
I'm f*cked in music I'm f*cking stupid
For thinking I could help out the rest of you kids
You f*cking knew this that I would do this
And it kills me inside just what the truth is
That I'm loser life dark no rumour
And I think too much al end up with a tumour
Picking up dust then suck like a hoover
If you sleep on my dreams then I'm coming like krooger
(Sons of Scotland)
I'm far too sick
Of the tension the wait the suspension
My mind it is stressing and vibes that I'm sending
Are far too dementing its out this demension
I thought I should mention I find it depressing
Trapped like I'm fenced in catch was confessing
I got the pen and-Drew-Devine intervention
Devine is a mess and at present a pesent
He won't be king till he's learing his lesson
Through past to the present I'm making a present
Not for you for me and I'm sending
First class hense its right on the fence its
Right out my chest and you find it offensive