[Verse 1]

Ey yo, slurping on the Ballantine's and swerving like a boss
I'm not a flashy bastard but the bars are worth the floss
My life is pretty colourful, the hustles in its prime
Dabbla specialise in making paper while you doss
Pulled up in a jam with a handful of hot shit
Suddenly the whole damn place just lost it
Flipped on his head, land on the coccyx
Transfer the foot, expanding the droplets
Banned from the light, strangle the darkness
Nothing that the heart can't handle regardless
Mangle the proof, truth is the garnish
Getting to the roots of the truth they tarnish
I'm a, Fucking idiot for thinking I can make a difference
Only one mistake is thinking you can fake forgiveness
Are you willing to participate and go the distance?
Clinging on to hopeless answers to your own existence

[Hook 1]

Yeah, while they was fishing for their bars
I continue with the mission, kept 'em wishing on a star
Until the dream became a vision, residual with the shards
Suddenly, it clicked into position and here we are