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[Werd]

I used to think it was about the music

And how we could use it to make a movement

But you dont want to hear it have you feelin foolish

This rap thing mate you ain't ment to do it

Why mic and booth it? Your mind you loose it

But in my mind I had somthing to prove shit

Mine was music incline to do it

But in time I find I am fucking useless

I'm fucked in music I'm fucking stupid

For thinking I could help out the rest of you kids

You fucking knew this that I would do this

And it kills me inside just what the truth is

That I'm loser life dark no rumour

And I think too much al end up with a tumour

Picking up dust then suck like a hoover

If you sleep on my dreams then I'm coming like krooger

(Sons of Scotland)

I'm far too sick

Of the tension the wait the suspension

My mind it is stressing and vibes that I'm sending

Are far too dementing its out this demension

I thought I should mention I find it depressing

Trapped like I'm fenced in catch was confessing

I got the pen and-Drew-Devine intervention

Devine is a mess and at present a pesent

He won't be king till he's learing his lesson

Through past to the present I'm making a present

Not for you for me and I'm sending

First class hense its right on the fence its

Right out my chest and you find it offensive