[Intro]

You know what I don't get yeah?

I don't get how man can be in the same town as man

And not see the things that man sees, like

Like what type of life are you living man

Like, what angle are coming from man

But I guess it's just a matter of perspective innit?

[Verse 1]

In music, I had confidence and conviction

'Cos I was confident, I'd be hindered by my conviction

So when I spray rhymes, there's a flair and distinction

You see its all mine, similar to fine wine

But...This ain't no fermented grapes

A proper analogy would be demented apes

See I, do my contemplating at night when I see bed

My thinking can go as deep as the depths of seabeds

But you know that pressure can kill

So I try not to focus on the negatives I feel

See my metaphors and similes, are similar to no one

And if they're similar, then he ain't got no gun

There's a big gulf, he ain't holding gun

He ain't on a par with me, I'll put a hole in one

You can say that I'm one under the greenery

There's drugs and guns and this is not your scenery

And niggas always quick to judge me in a hurry

'Cos im truthful to the fact that I can relate to Murray

I'd show more than reluctance to bow to the Queen

And make disparaging remarks about the football team

Then a motherfucker wanna tell me to go home

I said I am home, I'm just dejected

Cos I know I will never be accepted

And never be respected

So no, I won't except it

Its perspective

[Verse 2]

You shouldn't fear fate, though fate ain't fair

And life ain't a fete nor a fair

If I talk about the country negatively, then it's obvious I care

Even though I know that's shit, that these people don't want to hear

But...You know what I find strange

Is if a politician does it, then he's talking about change

If a nigga seems to do it, then that shit gets rearranged

And he can become a target on the firing range

Reality and truth, they refute that

But this target on the range, he will shoot back

They need to know, that its the ting that I produce

I don't care if there's bare niggas, they should gummy berry juice

Now thats a metaphor to dissect, vivisect and bisect

I don't care what you do with it, just show respect

Not the neglect, that was shown to us

Then you want to wonder why niggas prone to cuss

Cos this island where we livin', isn't home to us

When the powers at be, give us the drugs and the chrome to buss

And single mothers always end up having lost kids

And even if they still alive, they're still lost kids

'Cos they're ambling, deprived of direction

Then we want to act surprised when they handling protection

Let me take this moment, bask in my reflection

Of course you cuss the country, thats the point of an election