[Verse 1]

Back in the days, I had dreams of rapping on stage

Imagined listening to radio when my track would get played

It's tragic I never fathomed that the magic would fade

Lets take it back to the days when I established my name

I was over hungry for beats, like the melody was something to eat

Bars a 100 a week was nothing to me

Long as I had something deep to crush a sucker and see

I won battles but in a couple I fumbled; suffered defeats

I was grinding hard, way harder than other artists did

At 17 on Choice FM, I went bar for bar with Swiss

Lyrics for 45 minutes, ready and prepared

No lie, you can ask anybody that was there

Simple and plain my CD got critical acclaim

I began to build an official position in the game

Quicker than I could think I was fulfilling all my aims

I miss them days and now it's difficult and shit isn't the same

[Hook]

Everything that goes up must come down

I was alright before, but I'm fucked up now

Got a bit of success, didn't like it at all

It's time that I document my rise and my fall

If its not your destiny then it's not meant to be

In the mirror face to face with my worst enemy

Got a bit of success, didn't like it at all

It's time that I document my rise and my fall

[Verse 2]

Before volume 2 dropped, my brother died

I never stopped I just carried on busting rhymes

Putting on a brave face but it was still tough at night

I Couldn't sleep, cos my nightmares were nothing nice

Volume 2 came out, got love in the press

Regardless, I was still stressed and fucking depressed

More successful, the more I felt stuck in a web

Pain ate away at my soul till nothing was left

There were rumours about, I heard the dirty sound

They even tried to say that chance has turned me down

Everyday they were on the phone tryna get me on that show

Till I had to tell them straight, look I didn't wanna go

But I didn't wanna blow, had nothing to prove brother

In '05 I won an award for best newcomer

But that shit's all irrelevant

They say the only thing worse than not getting what you wish for is getting it

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

I just can't handle the chinswagging and the lips chatting

My issues have me making decisions to quit rapping

Its funny (why) cos that almost really did happen

I changed my mind everyday, kept zigzagging

But Im a lyricist, I live for this, I tried to stop

Got volume 3 of my chest and hit writers block

Very pissed, I was getting sick of my topics

A pad and paper, I couldn't fill a line of it

Seeing rappers in magazines, I know Im better then

Cussing has-beens when really Im just a never-been

Me and my clique would be rich if we were American

Those negative times are so clear when I remember them

I hope you heard a bar you can maybe relate with

Life is strange, it never remains the same; it changes

It wasn't just memories that made me make this

Cause we all rise and fall on a daily basis