Verse 1.
// I remember having nothing, just these trust lyrics a pad and a pen
I remembered it was summer and I just wanted to be like my friends
right until I found my brothers,
Now i swear i do this shit for them,
for the single mothers who just missed the rent
with no other sort of significance
against paying bills with no dividends ,
heaven or hell there's no difference
same start but a different end, same heart but a different trend
see in our minds and hearts we're itinerants
right from the original mineral of whom it's life it gives
to provide light into the bitterness,
like a sharp knife in the wilderness
working part-time just to live in it
work is hard-lined but i break free from these bars and ties
i'm a part tied to the dark side
on the hard white cos' its hard right this is our life
We see the future through our sight, We see the future through our sight
and it's the same fucking cycle , the sane fucking psychos
Disciples deciphered in biro, Im blaming what I know
But don't blame me if it's not nice bro
I'm over taking pictures on the I phone
Overlooking to obliterate the big wigs of the bigger state

Chorus.
// Is there anybody out there?
Grey mist unfold over my horizon
Who am I son?
Echoing in the meadow

Verse 2.
// Let it go , Let it go
keep it low key blend in from the get go
set the flow , get the dough
hold your card, never fold
never look, never show
clever fuck with the flows
weathers fucked, yeah I Know
that's my soul, that's my soul
I was stuck with the lows ,nearly shook to the bones
frozen off, cut the toes
cut the shit, make your own
come to grips with the old,
thunder hits through your home ,
this is life as we know , we just take what we're owed

And i've never been tapped in the phone
cos I don't have a phone, thats trap
ever get trapped in your home,
when you chatting, your dome chats back
never online , never on spachat
when your on your grind any man snatch that
these lads steal your life and make you patch that
got you scared and twitching like a bad batch
snares and rhythms I share some rhythms
would you care to listen? this is dispatch
re write science in the lad bro,
got a tab & Psilocybin in my lab coat
itching for a fix when your past broke
no new kicks when ma and da's broke
these lads steal the shirt off your back
best believe they call that a backstroke

Chorus.
// Is there anybody out there?
Grey mist unfold over my horizon
Who am I son?
Echoing in the meadow.