heard emptiness comes the same way that it goes, i've been looking for a pen while they've been chasing their goals keep pace with my prose, i'd say safely they won't missing from my shoulder the same shit they make in the snow, but fuck some stream of consciousness, the lake has been frozen shaq-sized holes where their greatness should go, i'm in the future how i play in the post and seek heat any language they spoke pre-me was just a waste of a quote promise rambo left some stains on the road, but only when jesus or peter were taking control they need me about as much as they say that they don't, if we leave then we're fucked, better pray that we won't shit i didn't say left a bitter taste in my throat pen military grade, from here on out it's every christmas the same more gifted with pain, so call it petty but i kinda hope those signatures fade and for the first time i could give a shit if he stayed every inch of this page is worth a million to eight, or what they're willing to pay tried to bill him in thanks if god didn't do it then i would've killed him today, all this ink i spilled on his name, kicking raps the prick is scared still in his grave but still it's a waste only close to aidan so i'm sober by association, only open up to yoga when the smoke is failing know he's got a painting of a cat that looks just like ruby and he's only waiting 'till she dies so he can go and frame it, hang it and then hold me shaking, even the score a little but if lachie tries approaching me again i'll probably smack his arse to coppenhagen then mark all the ways in which i know i failed him, but i won't get anywhere with conversation throw the blame in , you can cage it but you won't contain it it's still a waste of ink i wasn't born, i was taken in on a container ship there's no such thing as a complacent win come place a sin on me, i've got graves to spin in shit's strange but mummy couldn't place the scent only shit i've gripped tighter than his hand when he was dying was a drink or spliff, lied about forgiving him and i've been living since for my mother's sake, make sure my funeral only costs 11 cents and let her speech just be a list of rappers i was better than (long speech)

it's all lies and pain that you tell my earth for the first time today i felt my worth, so no more writing raps, just lists of everything that i deserve it's sin in every text i tried to curve to pass the test i know peter had to deny me first, was fine the second time but by the third time , it hurt god left a dollar for every time i lied to her but he takes one away for every time i write a verse still i pray there comes a day when she only remembers me by my girth, i'm the worst but if we're talking rap then i'm the best on this side of earth that's how i define my worth, ink in my vital nerves, smile in cursive mouth can only slightly curve sick of the fucking place i'm in, finally learnt i'm stuck in fourth and mother's maiden name is smith might take that shit, get the first name traded in and change mine to 'word' i'm not well - but i've been worse blind i kept my face to the light, crazy divine, i saw the world like maybe it's mine dealing with the hunger one bellyache at a time, if i'm repayed in numbers bet that they'd be tracing my rhymes but shit, i move a mountain just by saying goodbye secrets tucked in my iris, so i don't speak i flutter my eyelids seen too much from the things that i cry with keep the luck of the irish by my side if i need to muster the fight for the grief stuck in my side only trusting in silence, they're only tough if a mic is on and off taking my time if it's a race to the line next sometimes wear my blues so loud they might mistake him for swine but bet i move a mountain just by saying goodbye the nurse with certainty she rang, hurt like an eternity of flame cursed with the unlearning of his name , since birth been turning in the grave burnt everything earnt and then i payed purpose fades amidst the shame, forget what i thought of when i hit the train, same blood from a different vein, in the same vein shit cracked when i flipped the frame but i'm only close to zac because he knows to hold my hand when woes burn the soul like sand that coke had burnt my nose but when i go it means the earth is over curtains closed when the pain can make me money, better take it from me i promise everybody weak, that seventh day is coming not a drop of sweat upon my cheek but i'm in place and running i couldn't stain the train tracks because i'm made of rubber