Once upon a time on a mic Simon was smashin’/
Now that rhymin’s in fashion it’s hard findin’ my passion/
In Hip-Hop there’s always sarcasm in pleasantries/
I’ll be zip-locked before I start havin’ some enemies/
Cuz beef is those animals grazin’ the earth/
I don’t want it all – just the praise I deserve/
I’m resigned to the fact that I’m never gonna get it/
Is there a sign on my back makin’ everyone a critic?/
“Yeah you’re nice Syze but there’s no emotion in your flow”/
That’s probably because there’s no emotion in my soul/
I’m like an ocean feelin’ low, on a downer tomorrow/
My heart poundin’ is hollow, I might drown in my sorrow/
He was always willin’ to try, hope still in his eyes/
But eventually this cold world killed him inside/
Emotionless eyes cuz his hopes have just died/
He’s coastin’ through life, through the motions then dies/

A little Irish boy and he’s white/
Who’s only joy in his life is to toy with a mic/
They wanna hear what he’s got but he’s coy and he’s shy/
It’ll destroy him inside if they don’t enjoy what writes/
He gets annoyed and he fights himself every day/
His tracks they never will play, his dreams are given away/
Self hate, he chooses to fight with his shadow/
He’s tempted but refuses to hide in a bottle/
Cuz he knows that’s a step on slippery slope/
It’s like tippin’ the boat, like someone’s givin’ him rope/
And they want him to hang but this prisoner won’t/
Only a thread left but he’s livin’ in hope/
And as long as he has that it’s all that needs/
He can fall with the leaves cuz he’ll crawl on his knees/
And he’ll pick himself up and dust himself off/
But he cried himself to sleep at night because he felt lost/

He wanted them to know how good he was so his courage was plucked/
They said his lyrics just sucked and his spirit was crushed/
He couldn’t bare it it was the ultimate blow/
He would sulk and get low, they were full of shit though/
But the thought that they were just never occurred/
He was left with a voice that would never be heard/
He never deserved the hand he was dealt/
Became a man by himself but be damned if felt/
Anything for anyone, he never lived happily/
No love, no hate, all he ever felt was apathy/
No family and no legacy left/
He was beggin’ for death cuz his head was a mess/
He stayed in his bed though he barely slept/
Friends were scarcely met and more rarely kept/
Nobody wept, nobody stood at his graveside/
This is the future, will anyone save Syze?/