You see, I need that sweet release, so give me a greasy beat

With a fat ass bass line, now that's my kinda treat

Don't give a fuck about what anyone else is doing

I'll just keep on spewing verse after verse

Until my brain feels like I'm abusing it

I'm losing it, I just can't stop

All the voices in my head are talking about is hip hop

I'm rhyming in my sleep when I should be counting sheep

Has this shit gone too deep, am I a broken fucking freak?

I can feel it in my veins, the words are screaming my name

You're one of us Project, and you'll never be the same

Am I insane? I'm working overtime

But it's poisoning my body like I'm stuck in a fucking sulphur mine

It's in the air I breathe, it's in the food I eat

It's in every single face I look up into in the streets

I need this, and maybe you don't understand

They're just words on a piece of paper written by a human hand

But fuck it, I've never wanted something so bad

I'll take my words to every city walking round just like a nomad

Cursing every motherfucker out who had doubt

About what I put my mind to, sit the fuck down

You frown at my choices in life, you're causing such a strife

Now every step that I'm taking is like I'm walking on a butcher knife

You're supposed to support me, not cut and distort me

But if you don't like the story, then turn the page and fucking abort me

I'm shaking with the rage that's bottled inside

But I brush it off like when I'm up in a club and I'm getting denied

But the music is my siren, she's not telling me lies

Cos now I start to see the secrets hidden between the lines

There's a message that's a blessing and I'm guessing it's just messing with me

And I'm progressing but I must confess that it distressingly

Is addressing me, with it's hooks in my mind

Picking apart the words and helping me to put them in time

So I guess I'm torn, is it an Angel or a Devil

Do I have to wrestle with this special vessel just to gain my mental medal

Is this God's plan? Is this what I was put here for?

To start a war inside my own head before I'm even twenty four

I'm drowning in a lake of lyrics, and no one else can hear it

I'll reach for help, but I guess that I'm just disappearing

I spend my days surrounded by lit screens and big dreams

A pen and a pad of paper, ripping my head apart at the seams

I'm not complaining, I'm just saying

That if you want something just take it, stop fucking playing

Games, get off your knees and stop praying, take the reins

Please pop the lid offa the box and start spraying

There's a reason you were given a talent, don't ever keep it silent

Unless it was something the population might consider violent

Nah fuck it, if cage fighting is legal

And they can beat each other half to death then fly like a fucking eagle

My tracks always come back to one message in fact

I'm verbalising what I think to make an impact

And the recurring theme that's haunting me is about a lack

Of ambition for my mission, trying to take my soul back

I don't vocalise, vocal lies, I'm here to spit the truth

So take a look into my eyes and in due time you'll see the proof

That one day I'm breaking the bars holding me into this prison

But I'll never second guess the decision to remain driven

I don't need a triangle to make me who I need to be

I'll tear the skin off my own back before I drop down to my knees

And claim the talent that I have came from anyone else but me

And that's not arrogance, I'm feeling like I might have found the key

To my sanity, fuck your vanity, I'm not sorry for the profanities

If you want clean cut music and you can't stand the audacity

Of what I'm saying, then turn your radio on

Cos I'll never make it there with such a fucked up song