Yeah, man of peace call
me Shantaram
Cultivate the seeds of
a phantom land
Advance my fam and fast forward
With a passport to a
universally vast storm
And die cause emancipated
by high forms
Cause storms like Zeus to my heart's warm
I got a lot of good people to thank
For the shoes on my feet
and freedom I have
Leading the pack,
with my skill for writing
Songs are like a rain cloud, silver lining
Build your mind, shed thoughts to freer
Tell the world, fuck off, like North Korea
Forced to be a gold cheap workin' tar
You need a license to fish,
and permits to park
Automated services aren't
hearing it clearly
I'm a futurist like Timothy Leary
Livin' it high, cause life's over
in the blink of an eye
So what's the definition of life?
Experience hidden inside, limited time
In the blink of an eye,
can't remember change
Cause it all just seems like yesterday
I wear the same clothes,
love the same music
15 years a dedicated student
I made stupid mistakes,
coming to grips with elevating the movement
And running the biz,
a lot of cats said take it back, keep it raw
I spit polish my shit and move it forward
No pretending, flow with no end
Then learn from day to day
and keep the momentum
Reach for progression
till the skills are locked down
Strictly independent like
Senator Bob Brown
What now? Yeah,
we're up against a Death Star
Armed with a rusty slug gun
And Vesper, a bag full of cans
and a lead contester
Bombing MCs like the streets of Cheshire
I ease the pressure with a black fireblade
In a mind state,
thinking stops and time waits
Ooh, next in strong
Ooh yeah, yeah, yeah,
Express through song
Ooh, next in strong
You finally gone
Ooh, next in strong
Ooh yeah, yeah, yeah,
Express through song
Ooh, next in strong
You finally gone
Yeah, I wanna say thanks to the
fans for lovin' this
The struggle grips our soul
and works us double shifts
We juggle biz,
come home to a couple spliffs
Humble king,
hit the lab with bare knuckle fists
Rolling like buckled rims on my first car
I'm a nerf star,
in a state of creative inertia
Indoor windsurfers step inside my walls
My mind's an ocean,
where I exercise my thoughts
The other night,
I was sitting on a park bench
Next to a homeless man
digging through garbage
I asked where the bar is,
he said fuck you
I thought to myself,
doesn't anyone love you?
I learnt right then, you sprint or you stumble
So run your marathon
like Cliff Young in jump boots
Cause some lose freedom
in the blink of an eye
With nothing in their lives