It’s the return of the prophecy,
have a seat, listen please,
who has authority, in these streets?
not you and not me,
but what about the poor men and women that are begging on their knees?
screaming, 'please, christ, please,
just save me, i think I’m going crazy, and i just want the voices to leave me alone, in my head space,
no job with no mates,
but demons reside in my soul and brain,
and i’ve been feeling rough,
the drugs weren’t enough because i felt numb anyway,
a young white featherweight,
fighting for survival,
they say to make it to heaven you must follow the bible,
but join my cult and be one of my decipels,
now its time to get hectic,
kick down the door and put the knife in his neck quick,
do you feel good about what you’ve just done,
you’ve taken a brother and you’ve taken a son,
do you really give a fuck about what you’ve just done?
fuck it just run,
think about the pain that you’ve caused to his mum,
you’re nothing but scum,
i hope you feel numb too,
and can’t sleep, dream, eat, I’m sure that the guilt will succumb you,
raised as a wrong yout,
on the block shotting at 13,
he never felt worthy,
just hungry and thirsty,
for acceptance in his own crew,
you’re staring in the mirror but you see straight through,
a life without crime, is a life without food,
if I’m not high then I’m in a bad mood,
if I’m not high then I’m in a bad mood,
throughout my story i started turning cynical,
reached my pinnacle, then i just fell down,
looking at sunshine,
yeah i felt down,
reminiscing of that one night, my life turned around,
fuck it,
you’ll never catch me slipping,
sniffing all your cocaine,
off the side in the kitchen,
he’s pretty fucking lucky i didn’t have it in me to hit him,
kill him with these writtens, ghost written by the devil,
I’m like charles manson on another level when I’m angry,
you’ll thank me for sparing your family,

oh shit son,

i turned crazy there,
my split personality just flipped out,
sorry bout that he’s got a big mouth,
i’m not a fucking kid now,
i’ve lost my innocence,
I’m just a broken lyricist, or something equivalent,
for my whole life time I’ve been here but felt distant,
now I’m on a mission to turn my life around,
do you care if I’m alive or dead and buried in the ground, ,
that shit’s tragic,
every second someone dies,
rest in peace t to my brothers that have taken their own life,
people hide undercover afraid to show pain,
without bad there’s no good,
without loss there’s no gain,
i’m on a thirst for knowledge,
i can’t stop it,
people lie so often it gets toxic,
I’m done with the fakes,
people chat shit but won’t say it to your face,
so i’ll come right back with a bang,
I’m on my own hunting down you’re whole fucking gang,
i learnt a few lessons then i called my mate sam and he said
that police can’t track when you're speaking in slang,


so fuck it just run,

you’re in the depths of hell you’re in the depths of hell,

so fuck it just run


you’re in the depths of hell, you’re in the depths of hell

so fuck it just run,

you’re in the depths of hell you’re in the depths of hell,

so fuck it just run


you’re in the depths of hell, you’re in the depths of hell