Verse 1.
// Here comes the fear again,
There's white noise in my ear again
My pride is sincere but thin
smear blood on my shirt, fall back watch it all begin.

I'm often in thoughts of an apocalypse , auction off what i bought for this
audit my worth, is it worthless? You claim that i'm talking shit
watch your posture bitch,
still with the same squad I rostered with , got time like a watch to wrist
only poor people watch the rich,
feed my people with a block of swiss, see evil but don't watch the risk.
Spit lethal injection, split beats with a weapon
you know there's no stopping this,
you wouldn't lift your cock to piss ,
wipe it with a cloth and hope to god it isn't obvious
I like to have the thought that I am coping with the cockiness
the future is dear and my memory is the foggiest
A lucid fear will prove a pint like a lobbyist
the dodgiest oesophagus , the biscuit is the soggiest
dipping in quality , envisioning the jolliest, clipping the holy tree
it's only me , I'm fighting for peace
but my temperaments fighting me
survival has been eminent , get on your bike keep peddaling
I've been putting pen in and it's evident
give me the mic like i'm Edison
give me the light like i'm Edison
I'm wiser than these streets , brighter than the beast
hiding in the sheets trying to find a bittersweet sensation
but the lion in the pit of me, could well be the epitome of all this hating
all i hear is the same shit on the station,
I don't hate to say that I don't rate them
there is no cold that i'm not facing whether or not to keep on creating .

Bridge.
// Amen, Amen , where do I start?
Sleeping to much not enough thinking
words don't hurt but they're leaving a mark
and i'm breaching bleeding hearts
preaching the secrets I know i believe this
but beating these demons is hard,
I said beating these demons is hard

Chorus.
// I'm a fiend when i'm leaning
If I am uneven i'm seeing the dream of this art
It's a coping method in a chapel of sin
Crystal Methodists and Catholic kin
Blessed amphetamine with holy gin
Blessed amphetamine with holy gin
Blessed amphetamine with holy gin
Blessed amphetamine with holy gin
That Holy, Holy Gin ....

Verse 2.
// What's your addiction?
Fact is it fiction?
Pumping our lungs with a silent dismissive
under the sun i'm a son of the system
the one you co-exist in, yeah
I'm going hard just to make a better living
but it's more a hinderance than a given
bad habits i had to kick them
never shortage of havoc as a kid but
now I see my ma crying in the kitchen ,
I've been getting high to provide an ear to listen
I want you to know you made a warrior encrypted
In my Mind, Body Soul .
I do this for my family, you can watch your back with me
And da I hope you see the man in me,
since you made the man in me
now i'm feeling like a king when it's the man and me
but actually...

Bridge.
// Where do I start?
Sleeping too much not enough thinking ,
words don't hurt but they're leaving a mark
I'm breaching bleeding hearts
preaching the secrets I know I believe this
but beating these demons is hard,
I said beating these demons is hard

Chorus.
// I'm a fiend when i'm leaning
If I am uneven i'm seeing the dream of this art
It's a coping method in a chapel of sin
Crystal Methodists and Catholic kin
Blessed amphetamine with holy gin
Blessed amphetamine with holy gin
Blessed amphetamine with holy gin
Blessed amphetamine with holy gin
That Holy, Holy Gin ....