Living in fear, never dared to step out of line, Afraid of the gun that would discipline mankind Living in fear, that has father would alter his spine, Living in fear, he wouldn't see who could turn water to wine. Living in fear, he couldn't find his answer in the book, Living in fear, afraid of society's outlook Living in fear, that he would never find his happy or peace, Living in fear, he’ll never figure out the path which he took. Different chains for everyone But still they are the same Taking the blame for all His sons, But they won’t say His name History keeps repeating itself, I wonder how long it takes till my burden’s gone Till my burden’s gone... Living in fear, until he feared fear itself, Living in fear, too afraid to ask for some help Living in fear, in the void, giving in to society Living in fear, learning society's ways, that’s his mistake Living in sadness, not living up to the expectations everyone needed, Pushing himself daily to make the change Living in sadness, being slow to the expectations preceded, Hoping one day that they’ll fly through the high stakes. Different chains for everyone But still they are the same (left ear: still they are the same) Taking the blame for all His sons, But they won’t say His name… History keeps repeating itself, I wonder how long it takes till my burden’s gone Till my burdens gone Living in confusion, thinking that we were allowed to be free, Living in confusion, unaware of the mental slavery The history and the mystery of iniquity and equality, Knowing he did nothing wrong but that's what they caused him to be Living in faith, knowing he will someday be great, Living in faith, knowing this will someday be your fate, Living in faith, strong endurance and techniques learnt every day As he surpasses the ones that told him he'll never change. Living for change, with his burnt black nails, And his hair down his neck, The scars scorching his chin like a knife in his back Living for change, hoping that he can trust again, The fake people he's encountered made it difficult for social distancing to end. Living for change, hoping someone knows he exists, The curse of rejection by the world but he continues to persist, Recalling the refusal within him to touch tips, The wish for love, for the one, but such absence still exists… ♪ Gonna let you dissect that… Just take a moment. ♪ Living for change, he sits here and scribbles his pen, Living closeted, afraid he will be accused of what he never tried to pretend, Building up courage and bravery, to one day see the end, Your desires always show, and perseverance ensured his mind was set. Living in love, not the end, of his life itself, but of the burden of other's misunderstanding that he now is proud enough to shine, Living in love, with what he wanted to be, who he wanted to see, In positivity. ♪ Different chains for everyone But still they are the same (left ear: still they are the same) Taking the blame for all His sons, Though they won’t call His name (right ear: other than in vain) History keeps repeating itself, I wonder how long it takes till my burden’s gone Till my burdens gone, yeah

I nearly rewrote this verse 100 times, In my timeline, I’ve been struggling to get out these lines, Watching from the sidelines, just sit and observe, Why would God put these people on earth, Because it’s only getting worse… Writing stories of rejection and depression, It’s an infection that I can’t fight off, it spreads inside me like a parasite, You’re never good enough, you need to fight to be better, This for your family, your enemies, the world entity, Whether I want it or not, this is our culture, Forcing your lives and aspirations down each other’s throats, Only two jobs, doctor and lawyer, It's either that or the door, It's your choice to be poor, Exploit their feelings to be rich, That’s the politics, a pile of lies, I often analyze, the misuse of power, Why not improve it yourself? I’m not strong enough or smart enough to make it without breaking my health, You see it's bad enough those people in there, But it'd be worse for me to be elected and stare And pretend that I know everything I speak on and everything ‘bout life, That I know how to fix all of the problems in society, Rejected me, unable to fight off the hate like leprosy, I'd probably get removed as fast as Christ had seen deception from Judas, They see straight through us, like telepathy, I see their lies, but I don’t despise them, I’m only disappointed They’re jealous of the people around them, reappointed to serve, Or to desert their own people and lead them into the ground… These are our trials, you cannot tell me this is easy, It’s far from that, through school, relationships and poverty, Sometimes all of them all occur at the same time, And it’s not something I can so easily say within a rhyme. I’m gonna be transparent, I’m not looking for praise, I don’t need a million streams to make me happy all day, I just pray that you make it alive in some way, And I'll pray until the end of my days… This is my form of reflection, a spiritual confession, I admit that I don’t know it all, that’s why I’m asking questions, Is there a heaven, an opportunity to be saved, Is there a reason we still call Him by name All I hear about is death, heaven, hell and paying taxes, So worried about others, barely concerned about yourself, Every axis I check, people are dying, no matter how much I care, It's a tragedy, I hide the way that I felt, I just kept praying No use trying to help people that don't wanna be saved, Shout out Cole, he's the one that taught that to me one day… But I'll still keep trying… Everybody goes through trials, no matter who you are And we can't spin back the dial, lost granddaddy at 99 If there's a God, then why did people go through slavery, Sometimes it feels like I've been left out to dry… Why do people have to die… Why do people have to cry, Why do people have to lie, These are my trials and I'm living through it, sing it with me… I’m holding back my tears, I want you by my side, You left me here, solo… And I’m left asking why? ♪ But I pray that you grow big and grow successful I pray that don't sell your soul to the devil, I pray that you result up on higher levels, I pray that you're healthy and strong, I pray that your mental is not diseased, I pray that you don't have to get on your knees, No shade, no drama, it's a dangerous game, And I pray that you make it alive in some way, Until the end of my days.

Don't ask me to fix your mentality, Changing your thoughts is what changes reality, Some things you cannot control and that bothers me, But I'm not God and my vision is not what I preach Personally, I have been living quite recklessly, I had to slow down before it got the best of me, The rest of me, crying quite desperately, Where is the one that would love me? We all live inside the same world you see, The pain you receive is the same in me. The same pain received by celebrities, Even if they're ashamed and don't want you to see. The same pain transparent to those in need, No peace, no love, no happy, no- wait That's the goal now and I don't mean to be fake But the truth is I'm hurt and that's what it takes to break a child Mind always running and gunning, Pretending to be fine, But recognize there's no reason for shame and no reason to hide, Lighting the vine allowing the fire to climb Till it's ash from the sky from the veins in my skin, Powered by red blood and melanin, This ain't a story and this ain't a song, This ain't me saying your lifestyles are wrong, It ain't my place for that, don't give me hate for that. I could sit back here and watch my paper stack But I want you to be comfortable in your own skin It's up to you to determine your own sins. Don't ask me to fix your mentality, Changing your thoughts is what changes reality, Some things you cannot control and that bothers me, But I'm not God and my vision is not what I preach, man… Broken perspective, some people in peace, People in poverty don't equal the weak, Apparently I should be living to preach, But I won't decide what you'll seek, My anatomy is that I'll never reach any real harmony, Harming me the thought that you'll never love me Down bad, crying on the floor, No charity, I don't need your pity anymore, not angry, If you guys ignore me, after all I've done for you to date, Then I'll shape out your thoughts until they become straight, Is this the way to live? What do you say? The equivalent of holding up a knife, threatening your life, You better agree, accept your defeat The toxicity of this lifestyle baffles me, But it’s still accepted in society. Don't ask me to fix your mentality, Changing your thoughts is what changes reality, uh, Lifestyle, mental poverty, They refuse to improve, an anomaly Not psychology, made an attempt to improve, No apology, end of the day it's the truth, Working on better things, cherishing the few good things… My mechanism to cope, Ain't the O.D., not the smoke, Isn't the people that say you not dope, I don't need that negativity, I so candidly turn these opinions so obsolete, I entreat you to take these thoughts from my music, attempt to reuse it and determine the path of your future… Wait… The weight on your mind, the worry of your fate, Will I make it or break, Am I even awake? When you ignore my attempts to conversate, Cause you make it hard to relate I say, 24 hours a day and you’d spend it all tryna decipher this, rewire this, acquire this thought, A thought for food, a thought for prayer, A thought of preparation for a new life, Rebirth is my birthright, my lyrics are foresight, Innocent people being abandoned with no path, lost in the aftermath, Man it’s the result of our pain, While congress is saying that they are religious And the pope is saying that they’re not fictitious, When they’re superstitious, My vicious words are reality, Some of us battling ourselves, But instead some beings are pressured to have another day of rest, If not they’ll be shot but they’ll be shot regardless in my opinion, In this world man, no one is winning man and we are all sinners, And I’m a beginner to life, Already stressed, already blessed, Sometimes I forget so I take it back again, Care for me carefully, don’t want you to lose me, Please don’t misuse me, please don’t abuse me, Improve my mentality, I promise it won’t be the death of me. There’s so much that’s left for me, So much that’s left for us, we need to change, We need to get through the battles and bypass these struggles And that’s not easy but man, Don’t wanna lose you, please don’t abandon this gift… That's my wish… My mentality.

"HISTORY" is a very slavery, oppression based song. It speaks on the control of people who eventually revolted for emancipation, the feeling of being a coloured person in the United States, and mental slavery, being controlled by societal views and rules. The second half speaks is a verse which craftily speaks on the control that leaders such as politicians have, who aren't as real as they make themselves appear to be. It also speaks on how I intend for my music to be both entertaining yet fully my views and feelings. This is truly the anthem of the album for me. Born in the Caribbean sea, And all I see is the reality that Uncle Sam's afraid of me And his only goal’s enslaving me, And all I feel is weight on me from 1791-1833… But tell me why you think they would revolt, Because you told us we were nothing And we weren't giving in to oppression, And my depression is that centuries later I'm still met with the chance of being shot for my skin... The kinda thing that makes me hate, makes me can't relate, You claim that you discovered the "New World" But in reality your obliviousness to the "True World" Makes you believe that you discovered a place where people always resided, And I'm finding out you're blacking out these things from history, On contrary I should say whiting out cause that's the misery, the evil, Teaching white man, real man, white promise, Some people say there's black devil and white goddess, I'm just being modest because it's countlessly occurring, And now not everybody's racist with hatred, But pretending I'm completely safe When I walked through the states, in ‘08, I'd be naive believing I can’t walk around the place Without somebody thinking I got a gun, I'm gonna rob this place, I'm gonna kill your son, I'm disgraced by these opinions of my skin, I've met my fair share of racism… Post colonialism, the abolition of slavery, The waving of the system away, But what remains is a mentality Where blacks are not allowed to be who they want to be, Instead portrayed by what they're see on the TV screen, I know who you want me to be, In a society predominantly populated by individuals like me, Born with my type of hair, You cover it so that you won't be offended, You seem embarrassed of your own culture, And you so candidly display that it's true, Because my brothers and sisters have suffered 'cause of you, You hide your faces, feeling complacent That you always get away with control, And I know that in your eyes I'm inferior, You prioritized the industry… ♪ I was never good at math but I knew you were a factor Never was a farmer but I knew you could attract her, Lyrical master, not a miracle, I'll rhyme faster, Increase its quality, you see I'm not illiterate, The endless spit, my chest burning, My youth yielding to the evil people, tables turning, I only sing for better days and all praise is be to my God Cause all my enemies are gone, My style is so intricate that you may miss the true meaning of what's important and what's not? Who determines that, the same wicked people at corner shops? Who then call the shots on how to run the nation, Some of these people need purification. Look at their faces, bloodthirsty for validation, I recognized this at an early age, there is a Satan, Idolize no one… the true person's identity, You put your faith in them but they nazi (not see)… I'm just reciting my thoughts though, Wrote this in 5 sitting on the couch at home, Thinking about my future and who I'm influencing, These thoughts fill me like influenza, ‘fraid of the truth, You might not like me cause I'm talking 'bout you And I don't care how long this song goes, This song is filled with sorrows And this instrumental is a product of my expression (depression) Produced, mixed, and mastered it, I never took a lesson These are my confessions, Is the world the religion And religion what keeps us in oppression? ♪ Just bury me in the ocean with my ancestors that jumped from the ships… ‘Cause they knew death was better than bondage.

Life's about distraction, cognition, and personal desire It may not be worth it for me, but it may be what's pushing you higher, To you my initial statement could easily be rewired Just to fit what you require but I'm just trying to give you a tip Whether what pleases you is the fire on your lips, A figure on your hips, Intoxicated liquid just to get a kiss It's not my place to say what you should admire Go toss your mind into whatever you desire, Go higher please, Don't let it control you till you’re left on your last knees, Just for a pair of jeans or to afford a pair of panties, For you first born girl, mother of 3, I asked her if she was fine and she just looked at me, Repeating... "The water ain't free and the clothes ain't cheap. The landlord keeps begging me for more money than he knows I receive, Damn it man, he does it purposely, When I’m done I’m not sure what will be left of me.” I told myself I’d leave it alone but I kept calling her phone, She had a good heart but was working in a brothel, Like 1604, the Edo period in Japan, Working for some older man to support her children, Her name was Trinity, her beauty was infinity, I thought she had no dignity but she just was just supporting 3, Felt awful for judging her, but she was already condemned, Probably disowned by her boyfriend, her family and friends, I said “What kind of man would’ve done this to you?” Ignoring it, she muttered “...Children's names are Camilla and Sue”, I said “What about the other one?”, She didn’t say ‘nun, she just merely shed a tear, She took me to her home that year, And I just looked inside the place, Bedroom, bathroom, and a vase, A broken picture of what seemed to be her mother, and she muttered “She was young, but now she’s gone, I should’ve cherished her, I should’ve loved her, I wanted to make her proud” And I told her it was fine, it was just her time to go, She said “I was too poor after my mother had gone, She’s in a better place now but I can’t help but feel it’s my fault, The police shot my mother to death, ‘cause I ran ‘way from arrest, I was just trying to get us some food but it cost me her life, They missed me and hit her instead, I still regret it, please cherish your mom, I didn't think she'd be gone from my bed… She said “Don’t worry I’m fine! I’ll make it out... this time! Unless I keep working for Lion, I can’t support ‘em, I’d rather work to death than watch them suffer more than I did, So when you see me in the streets, Don’t judge me like the others, please It’s the only way I make it out, Understand my growing pains I’ve probably experienced them all, but I’m just trying my best, I got myself in this mess, and I’ll get myself out of it, Praying to God I don’t die in the plot of it.”

I’m not good at freestyling, but I wanna tell you the truth… I couldn’t put out my actual verse… I don’t feel good about it… I feel demotivated… I feel burnt out, I feel stressed I feel anxious, I feel depressed... I don’t feel like I need to figure it out right now but… That’s what people think Go through school, go to college Get a job, get kids, That’s the lifestyle right? What do you wish for me? Do you wish for happiness? Or do you wish for me to be stressed? Sometimes I just feel depressed… Cause I know that I need to push harder, I know that I have to achieve so much I know there’s a lot on the line on me like I don’t have anybody that really knows what I’m going through They all tell me well hey, I’m going through the same thing Don’t worry, you’ll be fine It’ll all be okay I don’t understand what you’re feeling But they all have the way To tell you what to do It’s all gonna be fine They always have a solution… I’ll tell you I’m not fine, I’ll tell you I’m not ready to go back, I’ve gone through too much this year… I’ve been sick about 4 times, My grandfather died, my shop owner died, My aunty died, everybody’s dying… I know covid isn’t potent anymore, Had an okay vacation, but it felt so short I’m going back to university, Gonna do something I don’t even feel like doing anymore I don’t know what to do Gonna spend an entire year, don’t feel like I wanna work Gonna spend an entire year, don’t feel like I wanna go to church Gonna spend an entire year, feel like I’m getting worse Gonna spend an entire year feeling like I have a curse on top of my head… Don’t even wanna get out of my bed… Sometimes I wanna watch YouTube instead… gonna do that for 12 hours Sometimes you just don’t feel motivated to do anything You tell me I’m burnt out, still got this album to finish Gonna release it since last month, In fact, two months ago like Sometimes it’s just hard to meet the deadlines… Cause I don’t feel fine… This song is now garbage… This beat has been wasted… And it feels just tasteless… But I’m telling you the truth This is how I feel I really don’t like it but skip it… I don’t know how to fix it I don’t know how to impress myself anymore… Sometimes I wanna fly away, like a butterfly… Sometimes I feel like I just wanna go somewhere else… Sometimes I feel like something's really wrong with myself… And the loneliness kicks in again… Cause I’ve been lonely for my entire life Sometimes I feel like I’m going through a strife like… They can’t tell me what to do with my life right now.

Everybody wants you to be someone else, Can't ever let you be yourself, Through my left eye, I spy all the people Who couldn't achieve what they wanted to achieve So they live vicariously through others Like a cycle, college dropouts tell their stories, And the relapse of their mental health all ends up boring They say you must be motivated To try harder, never tried a day in their life Might've been spoonfed everything that they have Two jabs to their neck, gotta call them a cab And they didn't, it's even worse, Cause it's a curse of comparison, Compare you to some girl named Marilyn, Who plays the sax, that's a fact, plus 5 different clubs Community service, and she bakes for her mum In her bakery, and mistakenly people, They all think that she's happy Struggling everyday just to suffice, And then when she thinks about committing suicide Is when people then say she's ungrateful, When she said she wasn't able to set the table For the family on Monday night, Exams were in the morning at 9, that's just a fable Time for others, and they can't change for you, You make them happy, they'll keep their own chains on you Keep on trying your best, I won't be no Marilyn, Especially when I know I'm already trying my best, No test is gonna overcome, that's when you feel shattered, You wanted to tell them how you feel, but to them it never mattered. Now the addicts of this lifestyle, will it make them fall, Can you fall from something that you never had at all It's the thought of the freedom to think and make decisions And it all falls back on their teachings and wisdom. I said the addicts of this lifestyle, will it make them fall, Can you fall from something that you never had at all It's the thought of the freedom to think and make decisions And it all falls back on their teachings and wisdom. When I talk about stuff like this, I always get a "are you okay"? I'm not okay, cause this life is a long path, To get you to be a slave to society Watch your mouth, otherwise you will be cancelled, Social media's the handle on many people's lives Once upon a time, people complained for longer YouTube videos, Can't watch a show for more than 3 minutes, TikTok longer than 15 seconds they skip it, Pop songs then they'll kiss it Live up to it, the algorithm shifts in the internet I'm not saying social media's all bad, but it’s addictive, Jen is scrolling on it 7 hours a day, Plugged her phone in, still scrolling, it has a handle on her ways, She pays attention to her astronomy sign posts, And what her favourite rapper wears, what her pop star posts, It chokes the culture, people don't wanna think for themselves anymore, But have they ever wanted to do so? I mean, look at religion? Can we determine who is sinning and who is winning? When people read through the lines to make it suit them, So many denominations, or demon nominations, The cults that exist and the people selling their souls, For gold, they want all the fame, it shows, They can't repair it at all, Recommend it to people through their songs. Convincing people there is nothing to live for... They don't wanna make it past 24... The addicts of this lifestyle, will it make them fall, Can you fall from something that you never had at all… Uh… Uh… Uh… I said the addicts of this lifestyle, will it make them fall, Can you fall from something that you never had at all It's the thought of the freedom to think and make decisions And it all falls back on their teachings and wisdom. The addicts of this lifestyle, will it make them fall, Can you fall from something that you never had at all It's the thought of the freedom to think and make decisions And it all falls back on their teachings and wisdom. I said the addicts of this lifestyle, will it make them fall, Can you fall from something that you never had at all It's the thought of the freedom to think and make decisions And it all falls back on their teachings and wisdom. I said- [Ecclesiastes 9:11] The race is not to the swift or the battle to the strong, nor does food come to the wise or wealth to the brilliant or favor to the learned; That’s what she taught me… That’s what she taught me… But instead, time and chance, happen to them all… I will never fall… I will never fall again I will never pretend that I don’t have any problems in my life… I won’t do it to myself… Imma go ask for help…

Some people real, some people paid actors, I can't fathom the determining factor, I tried to master the ability to find it with protractors, The numbers never added up, they varied The Son of Mary He tells me not to hate 'em, But it's hard sometimes behind these drums and these rhymes, Been through pain and neglection A lack of real affection My latest regret is that I'll never confess them, Decided I'd speak on it now, It feels good to get it off my shoulders. I don't want to be holding anger when I get older, Mature into a better person, so I don't worsen These verses are the way that I cope, I've written hundreds, some of them I can't find, But they probably define my history You know that you remember all of your life's good times, But we often prioritize the misery and strife, cause- Cause we all cry sometimes. I'm feeling better No longer under the weather Continuing my endeavours As i keep on writing letters I'm feeling better No longer under the weather Continuing my endeavours As I keep on, I keep on writing… Now, usually fitting rhymes together is my pleasure, But from you to me, inflictions from my time cannot be measured, Recently I've been writing and writing fifteen hundred word lectures For testers to detest it, it's not good enough. I know my effort isn't flawless, but I put in my best Just to feel useless and stupid once results return, It's my turn to try again and I still fail to improve, Cause I don't where I'm going wrong as far as I'm concerned, I'm crying for assistance and I'm living in persistence Wondering if I'll ever achieve more than sixty, see cause I'm not perfect but I always give my best, When I can't pinpoint where I go wrong I just feel depressed, What is the best approach to writing out my struggles, You'd probably read this and still say this isn't good enough, I wouldn't let you phase me, I put my soul and all of my seeds into it all but you're not pleased, You can't persuade me Learning about World War I But I feel like I'm in World War III. Don't wanna keep on dragging along this story That's it for today, the end of the song, but not my history, I have another lecture to write that's fifteen hundred words long. I pray that this time it's taken into consideration, And that I don't keep on writing the stories of mental patients, I'll keep on being patient, Keep on praying for Haitians. Working for freedom instead of waiting for emancipation. You can’t make that up… I'm feeling better No longer under the weather Continuing my endeavours As i keep on writing letters, I mean- I'm feeling better No longer under the weather Continuing my endeavours As I keep on, I keep on writing… I'm feeling better No longer under the weather Continuing my endeavours As I keep on writing letters I'm feeling better, Who am I kidding, I'm feeling worse, It's like a never-ending curse, I'm feeling better but I still feel like I'm worse, The type of feeling unresolvable with a new dress or purse, The type of feeling unresolvable with money and what's worse is, I've experienced some hard times, but this time, it speaks dysphoria, I haven't felt euphoria in a long time I've heard some people tell me to my face I'm not enthusiastic But when I feel like I'm struggling daily, I can't pretend I'm fantastic, Fasten your eyes on the reality that sometimes It's okay not to be fine Whether it's death, stress or academic press now- I'm feeling better but still fighting to smile, I tell you I'm feeling better but still fighting to smile, I said I'm feeling better but still fighting to smile, I tell you I'm feeling better but still fighting, bet you're vibing to this. I'm feeling better but still fighting not to die, I tell you I'm feeling better but still fighting to smile, I meant- I'm feeling better but still fighting to smile, I tell you I'm feeling better but still fighting the mixed sentiments! ♪ Some of us experience insanity. Some of us do more than others. Some of us can cope. Some of us cannot. I am some. Never had a plague Never even won a dime Never won a spelling bee Or slam poetry contest Never was no straight A, no honour roll, no speech day, no praised, no famous, no get whatever I want I don't regret my past but I'm worried about my path Didn't know what I wanted to do until I was leaving school Picking subjects I could choose Just to have a task to do at schools, Everyday I wonder if it's my fault The result will determine if my mind halts, To think about these words and worried I gotta rhyme everytime I say them, I miss spoken word, I did whatever I wanted, Explain my inadequacy and my ill culture Going back to that Free flow, not confining myself to a 4/4 If you don’t like this click off, I don’t care anymore I’m being me I feel like I'm losing it at this stage At my age I shouldn't be worrying so much But all I do is sit down and overthink and overwork before I even got to my place So much death all around me, This ain't a cemetery, this is just my country Land of sea and sand, but all I see is gray, Everything feels numb, not inspired for new days, The craze of Barbados, of the new decade It all feels so insane Being told they're all going to a better place. That's what I pray… Freedom of speech, Freedom of creativity, Words are what flowed out of me, Feeling like I’m disconnected from myself Constantly crying out for help Who notices? The psych wards they put you in The complaints of discipline The lack of interest in men to seek help Lack of interest in men to be yourself, Lack of interest to seek wealth, Lack of style, Lack of creativity, Every one of yall sound the same, I’m paving to see my own lane, Changing with every step, can’t go to sleep, Too many thoughts flowing through my brain Feeling insane “Oh he’s just rhyming he ain’t even making sense” Poetry’s too intense for comprehension Bar’s set so high it’s hypertension Speaking out, against suicide, prevention But they’d rather hear me rap over trap beats and talk about money and sex… LIVING through these TRIALS, hoping I can shape my MENTALITY, Utilize my HISTORY to know I can fly, Hoping my friends infatuated with DESIRE can inspire each other not to die, Bumping To Pimp A BUTTERFLY Nina Simone, Lauryn Hill, Erykah Badu, People who make me feel I'm worth something more when I put down the phone, They were all told they’re crazy, no wonder I like them, Because I feel like I’m disrespected just like them, When it all goes south and I sit in REFLECTION, These SENTIMENTS keep playing back LIVING through my lessons… I’m proud to be black despite my suffering…