March 15th '98 - the day that my cousin died/
The day I was crushed inside, the end of my fuckin’ life/
I cried pools and wished to be older/
My childhood officially over, heart was literally broken/
Wound continually open, doubt it ever will heal/
Pain coursin’ through my veins throughout every beat/
But I’ll never be beat, though I’ve no restin’ place I’m/
Eternally worried about my souls destination/
I don’t pray the same as I did as a child/
Blind faith is hard to have when it’s shit in your life/
But 'til the end of the line on my road and my path/
I look at God like Lucas Barton – control’s in his hands/
He’s holdin’ the plans, but if there’s pre-destination/
We’re all just pawns that he plays the game with/
Will he bless the nation? We need inspiration/
Look to a brighter future and see winter changin’/
As a man I’ve earned a lot of respect, got two balls and pride/
For the opposite sex I was too tall and shy/
Football was my passion in every spare second/
No challenge, no talent, just did for pure pleasure/
The one day my mum came I couldn’t find the goal/
Confidence not happenin’, I knew in time it’d grow/
Had a passion for music, jotted notes in my bed/
Writin’ things and tried to sing without a note in my head/
Sang and hoped for the best/
Family unravelling down the tubes I found a new way to cope with the stress/
Hip-Hop, spit raps, it was spiritual therapy/
I practised, perfected lyrical dexterity/
My backs vertebrae carries the weight of the planet/
Syze is lies, a disguise cuz I’m afraid to be honest/
I’ve been patently modest but now I refuse to be/
Cuz crucially I’m better musically than what you usually see/