KEEP WATCHING THIS SPACE…

Since I was a kid I was an emcee villain

I held many mics and torn down many a ceiling

They used to say that I was bound to fail

Because my skin was pale, I couldn’t get a sale.

I took an idea, put it into gear

Disappeared for a year and a bit now it’s all clear.

Sky’s the limit and miles more

All the while trying to get another foot in the door.

It’s hard though, but as the years evolved

Another problem solved, the deeper we became involved.

Every night I used to write, making sure the rhymes were tight

Stepping away from the light.

As the seconds tick the pulse follows

Groundhog tomorrows, sick of all the fake hellos.

I must break from the nonsense

At the expense of those who play false pretence

The evidence I leave is permanent

With demos hit studios where money was spent.

Also flow so, dictate on a micro-tape

One day I’m gonna blow so, ‘cause I said so

The material raw, ready for streets

Better grab seats ‘cause there ain’t no repeats.

Food to fill a belly give me energy

People saying I’m my worst enemy

But hey, talk is cheap, you must be asleep

Wake up! ‘Cause on the streets you ain’t defending me.

Daddy said look out for the punks who ride backs

£2.00 acts. I’m like yeah, then he reacts …

They lack principles, quick money they chase

But son you got the morals … you’re invincible!

I know, hard work finally pays

There’s gonna be bad days and good days but anyway

Stay strong, it might happen quick or take long

It’s definite, my calculations have never been wrong.

I heeded the words of intelligence spoke by the man I respect the most

And then he left

Earth seems to be a long way from home

My boy is only two and already holds a microphone.

Touch wood, things are gonna get good

For ’95, 6, 7, 8, 9, 2000.

All right I know I made mistakes, slippery snakes

Took a chunk of the cakes, that’s where the chain breaks.

Huh! This is a new beginning

Thank God for the strength to keep me going

And thank those who gave support when times were rough

Keep watching this space ‘cause I’ll be blowing.

The only question is when will I ignite and then

Hold a mic and maybe strike again.

Sooner than you think, hook a loop and link

Lyrics together weigh a ton, see competitors sink.

Desperation with his hands around my neck

The grip is unbreakable; it just takes a sec, but wait!

Stuck in a room with the same four walls

I wanna get away, I must make some calls.

I need some money first, water to quench my thirst.

So many things on my mind it’s gonna burst.

Damn it! I’m fed up

I’m better than this, I deserve more than this.

Trying to convince myself it ain’t all bad

But in the meantime I think I’m going crazy.

Call the media, tell ‘em I quit

I don’t need the papers on my back every time I hit.

That’s it! So I slip into darkness.

It’s a hell of a life on the planet being an artist.