Sobering Truth - Fox

Yeah

Check me out, look, yo

Used to move aggressive, don’t you know that I was sectioned

My mum dialled emergency services must have broke her

My dad and brother had to pin me on my sofa

They decided I need further help my mind is far from kosher

I grabbed the taser off the feds and try to shoot em' up

I thought my brother was the devil like he Lucifer

I lost my mind and went crazy didn’t know who to trust, Diagnosed me then

injected me like a computer does

I got cuffed and carted off but not arrested

Like how do you break it to your mates when you been sectioned

Too many days they had me up in there with nut cases

Wanted me on meds to calm be down, true I was frustrated

Can’t have me sitting in chairs like I’m vegetated

Found myself alone in rooms I was meditating

Brought myself back to life I was excavated

Started off with weed paranoia then it escalated

Pain in my brain I try to force it out my tongue

It’s feeling like the matrix cah they tell me that I’m the one but I don’t feel

these other rappers like I’m supposed to

I just go hard and lay my zone and fam I flow truths

Started at the back, I win the race coz I weren’t built to lose

Feel the yout who tells the truth like c’mon man what’s up with you

Tell you bout my life events I wish you’d witnessed, begging me to rap say I’m

the hardest in my district

In an ambulance feds either side of me, mother’s sitting there crying tears at

the sight of me

They had to fight to hold me down because I lost the plan, They tell me don’t

stop coz you’ll go far, now I got proper fans

Been on the streets since I left comprehensive, went college but I dropped it

like it’s hot to get the pence in

My mother told me that she ill, she don’t like working either, so I just go a

lot harder so she can retire

All them nights I’ve had to ride inside, in a single cell, you man ain’t had a

life like mine

I just throw these raps together I’ve been hard from time

Most of these other rappers shit but they just got co-signed

So they should rate me like GRM Daily

Flow smooth like a half pint of Baileys

I do this rap and probably wonder when they gon' pay me, until then I’ll be

licking all my cats like it’s the 80s

So if this industry gon' sign me hurry up

I get nicked with parcels and it’s back to jail and it’s fucked

Kiss goodbye to freedom I’d be back to banging up

Coz jail’s like a sauna when you can’t wait to get up

Locked in a box like a cretin

They gave me ten years before I told them guilty hope you get it

Early guilty plead that still got me a 7

They ain’t handing out tag for early release you can forget it

I heard my father’s fighting cancer, made my brain worse

It’s why I pop all these mad pills to contain all the hurt

But real talk the last time we spoke we was arguing

Ain’t spoke to that man since but feel to talk to him

I just vocalise the things that are scary to mention

Tell you all about the things man are failing to mention

I feel that if he pops his clogs I’ll miss the times lost

I’m holding grudges we ain’t spoke for like 9 months

But listen every time I’m rapping, I only get half of the story out about what

happened

And now I’m feeling like I’ll never reach my own potentials, they don’t believe

the words I wrote in all my raps then you can check credentials

I just talk a lot of pain that’s what they are feeling

Noodles out a packet, staring at my ceiling

Being fresh home felt excited like I was dreaming

And I guess thecrazy thoughts inside my head were just the demons

I rate my mother to the moon and back of course bro, she travelled up and down

to prisons and them courts, so

Imma do this legal ting for her, I went self employed a year back

But I’m still around the kerb and yo my dons are riding bids like a auction

house

See the depression in my face when I’m walking bout

And if you’re feeling real rap this what you are talking bout

And they ain’t feeling me yo, head for the exit what’s to talk about

Cah man are telling lies like it’s factual

And all these bitches say they love you like it’s actual

Okay you are talking hard but really could you back your talk

You’re trying hard to fit in, me I don’t give a fuck at all

They tell me, 'shake the depression you’re doing so well'

I just look at them like 'oh well'

Coz I got pain stuck in my torso like it’s chest hair

We get it popping like balloons man don’t get scared

Went from trap blocks with fat rocks to self employed cah dats hot

Would these brothers ride for me like Ascot

Okay, so now I’m rapping lemme interlude, a thousand other people rapping but I

tell the truth

And it’s all from my thoughts, if I mention kerbs, box me off still I coffin

dodge like a pensioner

Start to understand my life is being domestic

Try to paint this picture for you darg but it’s just hectic

If the devil shines light into my eyes I’m epileptic, still I put this pain

down on a page like I’m dyslexic

SB want a warm up session I wrote a madness

Dramas in my life would make your belly do a back flip

Talk but not the same in real life I call them catfish

Dropped the first vid, they said I’m real coz I don’t chat shit

And now this would probably be the realest shit I wrote and now they put my

words inside commas like a quote

BOW!