Verse 1 - Enkore The Artist

We up on the dark side of the moon

Where the sun don't shine & the sky ain't blue

Many a dreams are tried & persued

But none take the cake 'cause they try but they lose

I don't wanna be about that

You can never doubt that

But mark my words 'till the day that I die I will stay here and ride with the crew through the cycled abuse

The village bike that I fucked last week

Told me how her dad bashed her mum

While he was drunk last week

Just last week had a house ran through with a pump for some junk last week

What the fuck

Where am I at?

See my reflection it's staring me back

Tellin' me that I ain't made for this shit

But this shit's in my viens so yo where are we at now?

I'm escaping the shit

Gotta be honest brudda I can't wait till I dip

Any longer gettin' stuck up on the train with a blade for a stick I might go crazy and shit

And they wonder why your head get's stuck

Till our death-bed come it's a dead-set, hustle

So all we did is fed our lungs till we dead our worries in the next sesh

Fuck 'em

Fuck 'em all they talking shit

Behind my back they smear the name

Then up into my face they hear the flame

Then they wanna try show support with it

Hault my motivation? Then get done

Wanted everything since I was young

Saw my dad struggle all for none

Disrespected like a punk

Fuck that

Where the funds at

Where the goons & the guns at

Where's ya mums flat

Where's ya boy talking all that shit

If he got balls tell him say it to my face

When I rock up with a pump

Where the cunts eatin' lunch at

Havin' scarface dreams

Feel like I ain't myself

But that's a half-way scheme

'Cause if I thought about it I could do it aswell

And that's what's scaring me the most

I hurt the ones who care for me the most

Build a wall for my emotions 'cause the ones

Who said that they were there for me were ghost

Fuck em

Tried gettin' love from my mother

Fuck her

Who ditch their kids after supper?

A sucker

Heartless cunt, wish my dad busted half a nut

So I wouldn't have to love her

Verse 2 - SWXFT

Yeah my life been crazy

I made a couple enemies before I was eighteen

They see me making moves, they don't like me or rate me

But I don't give a fuck about who likes me or hates me

'Cause I do my thing when I jump in the booth

I get drunk and I write what I like

I don't write this for you

I write shit for me, 'cause a mics therapeutic

I use it to try and improve

I put a verse together it helps

I don't talk about what's going on, it hurts when I tell

When I die come and find me, I'll be burning in hell

Committing suicide if I don't see my verse on the shelves

'Cause I know I put the effort in

I'm sick of going nowhere, it's no fair

I want success to be definite

I want the life that I'll never live

I want the finest expensive shit

I want the time that I've wasted back

I want my rhymes to be played when you laying back

I want you vibin' to my shit, I want you to rate the tracks

I keep replaying back, all of the tracks that I've made

'cause I think that the tracks that I've made are whack

So the fuck do you make of that?

I been doing this for three years straight

I can tell I've progressed but I think it's basic

I hate it, I wanna be the best me I can

I wanna say my city is the best city man

But it ain't, there's too many feigns injecting a gram

There's a time I thought the ice epidemic was a scare

But it's happening now to the best of 'em man

And I hate it

I can't give 'em help they won't take it

They'd rather get munted and fuck up their brains then

Do something good for their city and change it

It's fucked up

These people were good cunts and now they're all drug fucked

Probably do tick ups, they say that they give up but then go puff, puff

Now I don't know who they are, what the fucks up?

It's like they can't keep straight

They hit me up and ask me, " ay are you chasing? "

But I'm like, " nah g thanks "

I don't really wanna chill with some shard feign mates

I just wanna make music

Yeah

I just wanna make music

I swear to god that

I just wanna make music

Forever

I just wanna make music

Verse 3 - BNY

Growing up, never had no dreams

Twenty years old and never owned nothing

'Scept, couple raps on a cracked iPhone

Lord only knows how I pay for this home I'm in

But now I'm honing in on this craft

We start to forget my past

All you in class always held back a laugh

When I said I could rap, now they sending me hearts

Out the Lockyer Valley, represent

She don't like the fact I got ahead

Laidley on my back, I need the rest

Alcohol is chasing down the meds

The sort of guys the girls all like to block

The type to lie and hide away from cops

I don't like this life, we need to stop

We don't wanna see another box

Man I hate myself, but I don't know why

Look in the mirror and hate my disguise

This isn't me, I refuse to believe that I can't be okay

So I'll wait for my time

Look to the sky when I don't feel alive

The light off the stars is a reason to strive

Cause Imma be one of 'em, under disguise

You'll see me in public and won't know I rhyme

I'm out of my mind

I still don't know why, you all wanna whine

When i rather not write

This isn't normal for me to inspire

Im usually quiet

Look at the way we pretend

That we all want to be friends

I don't trust no one, except

The people around me, my team is the best

You should invest

Drop some money on me, i got some debt

Think i need a loan or somewhere to vent

Think of making music, stuck in my bed

Depression got me thinking I should be dead

Now they look at me they say i'm the best

Every thing i'm planning now looking blessed

I'm the one with weight to get off my chest

Need to find a way to get out my head

Im the one they say is looking depressed

But they never ever looking to check

If the noose is there surrounding my neck

They just wanna see me stacking the cheques

Cause I rap good

They don't ever have my back, they not that good

They don't ever really care bout the Zack, who attacks

Himself in the mirror, cause he don't really rap that good

Fuck it, i'm out

I just wanna make music x 4