Im from where im from and I belong to that place
It’s a matter of loyalty, and of head held grace
Ya own… in place… without support of societies head brace
Cos it’s a mistake, its flipped fake… don’t be a fool and partake
Yes I make my own rules and abuse as im seeing fit
Hell shit… one day im giving it up... quit…
The next im cutting the mirror with nostrils dripping quick
In a sense of bliss… with hits of euphoria
It’s a chemical love that distorts my cornea
Fits like a glove, on the hand of extenuated paranoia
It’s a formula I concoct that suits my living as I live it
Cos I know my own limit… trust me, cos its deliberate
Im inconsiderate… why not… the world does me no favours
So my behaviour reflects the times and they reflect in failure
It dipsomania for excitement… fuck the normal role
I want the whole not partial slice… I want the italic and bold
To hold and break the mould… not the price of moral standing
No… im commanding, grew with the locals… remanding
Myself in a culture one step behind, but in tandem
Only blind… but ive got the sight so get past the landing
Cos I’m planning… I’ll make the runway and depart for content…
Rid the torment… implement… but remember my roots
The 1E’s my cement and will remain without any dispute!