[Intro]

A shimmering shape suddenly appears out of thin air - a shape that takes on human form

[Verse 1]

I freestyled over cassettes without a hesitant guess

When suburban Australia hadn't accepted it yet

I never was a follower, I read up on philosophers

I read books and wrote raps and neither one was popular

Pro skater or rapper, people thought that I was stupid

They thought I was a clown and too unorganised to do shit

A slacker with my studies but inside a straight nerd

So all my teachers thought I cheated when I came first

And every single person would doubt my ambition

With as much hope as breaking out of Alcatraz prison

And career advisers were severely bias

'Cause it was clear that I was a punk destined for years of violence

The first cut cuts deepest in your upbringing

My art perceived as drug dealers or thugs stealing

I snuck in underage to bust free's and dump pingers

'Cause for some reason my attitude was unbeaten

[Chorus]

But my goals and my dreams, they were sort of like a ghost story

'Cause no one believes

And my goals and my dreams, they were sort of like a UFO sighting

'Cause no one believes

They're like, "yeah yeah"

"Okay, alright"

"Whatevs"

[Verse 2]

Miraculously, I found dudes who shared the same head space

And like me, they disregarded all the lame templates

We got a local buzz from the shows we done

I was only young, sixteen and on a path to blowing up

My little kiddie raps got my friends to interact

And most gigs were packed with skate boarders and hippy cats

A few thousand from blazing a few stages

We made a new album and radio soon played it

And I truly believed that my crew would achieve

The pursuit of my dreams and were due to succeed

But little did I know that the road's long and gets tough

Egos soon grow, the love lacks and heads butt

We were like big fish in a small pond

With some worshipping the ground that we walked on

Tall poppy parents couldn't wait to see it to fall off

Waiting for the bubble to pop and see it all gone

[Chorus]

But my goals and my dreams, they were sort of like a ghost story

'Cause no one believes

And my goals and my dreams, they were sort of like a UFO sighting

'Cause no one believes

They're like, "yeah yeah"

"Okay, alright"

"Whatevs"

[Verse 3]

I then felt like everything just went south

Kicked out of home, no job, and living on a friends couch

My girl at the time, she's sort of my stability

But even she changed of what she thought of my abilities

More a liability, a fruitless pursuance

With usage of booze made me viewed as a nuisance

My crew were like a path to a brighter picture

But now we try to figure who's right and fight and bicker

I nearly died when I had to break up the crew

I met those dudes before I had fucking pubes

Every thing the haters wanted was becoming true

Washed up, broke, defeated, and bad luck ensued

So in the end I lost belief in myself

With no time to find anything that could help

It was time to give it up and put my dreams on the shelf

For a voluntary death and to see you in hell

[Outro]

*Phone buzzing*

Hello, Ryan speaking

Yes it is

Oh hey man, how ya doing?

No—uh yeah I did send that down to you

Ah, crazy man

Cheers