[Verse 1] Back in the days, I had dreams of rapping on stage Imagined listening to radio when my track would get played Its tragic I never fathomed that the magic would fade Lets take it back to the days when I established my name I was over hungry for beats, like the melody was something to eat Bars a 100 a week was nothing to me Long as I had something deep to crush a sucker and see I won battles but in a couple I fumbled; suffered defeats I was grinding hard, way harder than other artists did At 17 on Choice FM, I went bar for bar with Swiss Lyrics for 45 minutes, ready and prepared No lie, you can ask anybody that was there Simple and plain my CD got critical acclaim I began to build an official position in the game Quicker than I could think I was fulfilling all my aims I miss them days and now its difficult and shit isnt the same
[Hook] Everything that goes up must come down I was alright before, but Im fucked up now Got a bit of success, didn't like it at all Its time that I document my rise and my fall If its not your destiny then its not meant to be In the mirror face to face with my worst enemy Got a bit of success, didn't like it at all Its time that I document my rise and my fall
[Verse 2] Before volume 2 dropped, my brother died I never stopped I just carried on busting rhymes Putting on a brave face but it was still tough at night I Couldn't sleep, cos my nightmares were nothing nice Volume 2 came out, got love in the press Regardless, I was still stressed and fucking depressed More successful, the more I felt stuck in a web Pain ate away at my soul till nothing was left There were rumours about, I heard the dirty sound They even tried to say that chance has turned me down Everyday they were on the phone tryna get me on that show Till I had to tell them straight, look I didn't wanna go But I didn't wanna blow, had nothing to prove brother In '05 I won an award for best newcomer But that shit's all irrelevant They say the only thing worse than not getting what you wish for is getting it
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[Verse 3] I just can't handle the chinswagging and the lips chatting My issues have me making decisions to quit rapping Its funny (why) cos that almost really did happen I changed my mind everyday, kept zigzagging But Im a lyricist, I live for this, I tried to stop Got volume 3 of my chest and hit writers block Very pissed, I was getting sick of my topics A pad and paper, I couldn't fill a line of it Seeing rappers in magazines, I know Im better then Cussing has-beens when really Im just a never-been Me and my clique would be rich if we were American Those negative times are so clear when I remember them I hope you heard a bar you can maybe relate with Life is strange, it never remains the same; it changes It wasn't just memories that made me make this Cause we all rise and fall on a daily basis