Would you mind, if i took a second a to vent?
Would you respect me as I man
if I gave you anything less than me.

My delusions of grandeur are far bigger
than your assumptions.
Far the past the comprehension of narcissism,
I really do feel like the faeces you perceive me to be.
Lay your thoughts still, i step forth with course direction.
This self esteem a worthy weapon
to these obstacles i've grown accustomed.
What I do not speak into existence will only fall by the waist side.
Waste not, want not. Wanting not to be a waste
is only crime to the disheartened crowd.
Simmer down simmer down quiet dog
The strength of your bite is determined the power you put behind it.
I would sit and dreams of moments that felt realer than my reality.
My condition in the present was merely temporary,
i would stare at my reflection and see that of a king.
Crown crooked, projecting words
to comfortably live.
(You're meant for for more man).
What more can I give? I knew my worth,
i knew my words could move mountains with
the strength of a thousand and ten. A king.
These towers keep us blocked,
Seeing someone make it out, is rarer then a total eclipse.
No salvation in television
we found grace in what they couldn't prevent.
The net. SB.TV breaded local celebs.
Could you blame me, can you blame me if i wished to be like them?
I mean honestly, subtract the hypocrisy
Although I couldn't relate to what they present..
Could you blame me, can you blame me if i wished to be like them?

My existence was more of the awkward teen,
teamed with influences of bloc party and Jamie T

My peers followed the path of the social networking.
I needed to earn respect first,
I studied the arts and art of networking
in order to double my net worth.

Have you ever been in a situation
that made you feel like your moment was close?
I saw my popularity increase
once I increased the worth of my clothes.
Listening to famous poets and the stories they told.
Studied the books of Zephaniah
Like the books Zephaniah.
First page of my last judgement. Chapter Two.
Hope the lord forgives the fact I'm too proud to repent

I became preoccupied with what I have to say in order to make an impact.  Really hope you listen.
Back in the mirror, re assessing my vision. Truth be told... I almost died on a collision.

19.4.12. The line up, Kings.
Pepstar Simz, Miller take In'Sight
to then stature the of the acts they've placed me within calibre.
The night thus, Lauren. George, Suli, mic
righteous.

In comparison I lack lust.
Got rejected from world star
Made it on to link up.
Still elated
I felt like I could eat anything I could imagine.
Collision, practiced to avoid the damage.

Really hope they listen.
Back in the mirror, re assessing my vision.
(where have you gone man?)  

Black sheep in a lost jumper.
Show time, butterflies rumbled
To a thunder. Set prepared
Im ready. it's now or nothing
Lights are bright. In the crowd
saw Remel London
Drew a blank
Remembered something.
I made it on to link up, i made it on to link up.
Fist thumping on my chest
the beats stop.
Black sheep in a lost jumper.
Show time, butterflies rumbled
To a thunder. Set prepared
Im ready. it's now or nothing
Lights are bright. In the crowd
saw Remel London.
I fumbled.
Crap
I think fumbled,
clench my fest and Mumbled. Crap
I think I fumbled.
I needed to earn respect first,
I studied the arts and art of networking
in order to double my net worth.

I boozed.
I schmoozed
I made it to remel london
I made it on to link up
I made to remel london
Broke the ice with conversation
Asked her how the show went
...she looked puzzled, then remembered.
I felt like I could eat anything I imagine...
The musics loud, She lent in...
She told me to try rapping.

Fuck.

No salvation ....
found grace in what I
couldn't prevent. The net.
I made it...

Did i really?

I wanted to be a king.
Nearly.

Holy Water, sip sip
Tongue loaded with
Truths in a full clip

I wrote gun fight with a bottle
Heard Paris is booked for glastonbury
Popped a bottle in celebration
Then downed it to drown my sorrows.

Im next, man i have to be.
Well actually....

My reflection looks foreign
Where have you gone man?

Searching your soul for answers but its useless
And you remember how they would
They would sing x2
So you search for answers in music
And you're first note
Comes in the form of
Cee Major
A lot of man doing the devils work
While they cry out for god
Oh my how we're lost

Oh my how I'm gone.

My delusions of grandeur are far bigger than your assumptions.
Far the past the comprehension of narcissism,
i really do feel that I'm the faeces you perceive me to be
Self doubt crucifies me constantly
But like jesus I have risen from the tomb.

Equivocally easter. 31.3.13
The tears of a quitter
Graced the reflection if a winner
After a conversation with la belle
The bell rung, it's feeding time at the tower and I'm hungry.
Haven't eaten in last 19 summers but

- The childish live forever -