Fresh start, clean slate, chase for the queen's face / Got me feeling tired and my feet ache (please wait) / Struggling to keep pace, can't see straight / No sympathy felt, it's the choices he makes / In too deep turning round a new leaf / Sanity grew feet, and took a little trip / Now it's on another planet like it's Kool Keith / And I can't seem to find myself (I think I want to quit) / I need to start a fresh, inhale / Cos I'm out of breath, moving forwards but at a rate / Of only half a step at a time / Crawling up the hills that I have to climb / Bruised spirit that I can't protect / (I need to start again please gimme more time / To take a another look with a fresh set of eyes / I know I'll get it right if I get another try / Longing for the sunrise sky.) CHORUS: All he wanted was a little more time / Clean slate, pure on the inside / All he wanted was a little more time / Clean slate, pure in the mind. X2 Wash away iniquity and cleanse me of the sin / I want to feel pure from within, baptise skin / Soak the stains away, it's safe to say I'm / Hoping for a change today but everything just stay the same / As black skies dim, crack knuckle signal shows a sign / Of the willingness inside, feel it filling up and rise / Blood bubbles in the veins seem ambitious in his stride / But the onlookers eyes scream look what the cat dragged in / Oh goody goodness, preconceived notions / First impression stolen, just wish for a blank page / As a new chapter waits but the books glued shut and I can't get it open. (Just a rat running round under red skies / New dawn? Hmm. It crept by / This year give me fresh legs to change pace / I want to witness the day break.) CHORUS: All he wanted was a little more time / Clean slate, pure on the inside / All he wanted was a little more time / Clean slate, pure in the mind. X3

J Crackstar: Uhhhh... What's that word again / I can't recall, I think I'm sleep deprived / Hardly feel alive, you seem surprised / Kind of strange I thought you'd seen my eyes / I wrote kind with two Ks, small mistakes / Why I'm writing, I shouldn't have even tried / But a small part needs to find a key to guide / My soul to reach the skies and build a legacy for me to leave behind / Hmm, a little too smooth? / Over developed and enhancing some new tools / Sub conscience psychedelics, try to spell it / But I'm switched off, to a smooth groove / Confusing scenes, lucid dreams / Am I awake? Witness life through the screen / Half human being half new machine half super keen / Half what he seems, who d'ya mean? / Oh, by the way there's two of me / Jekyll and Hyde, settle inside, you're confusing me / Dark nights darker days, can't write half awake / Lost touch now I can't relate. CHORUS: Can't think straight, never have / Clever lad, detached from reality / Capture a salary but forfeit the rest / Paint a perfect scene but it's all in his head. Imranimal: Ah what's my name again? I clutch at straws / My memory and tiredness are thrust in a tug of war / Motivation has split through the double doors / To the upper floor, jumped and splattered into bugger all / Now that's struck a chord, the brain flickers / And pulsates visions now I'm tripping just like a worry wart / Outside the rain hitting in the same rhythm / Pitter patter pictures gather, bottled in this strange prison / Brain ticking, I struggle to be the man in this / Sleep paralysis has a hold, I ain't a fan of this / The stress analyst, straight thinking antagonist / I don't have what it takes to make a stand to this / Fight or embrace, it's the same either way like a palindrome / Eyes half closed like pistachios / Sunk like a bag of bones, the shut down happens slow / And dive into cloud cuckoo nine like geranimooooo. CHORUS: Can't think straight, never have / Clever lad, detached from reality / Capture a salary but forfeit the rest / Paint a perfect scene but it's all in his head.

CHORUS: Tighten both the shackles make the wrists bleed / I wanna feel the pain, it'll fix me / Take a deeper look into the colour of my eyes / And uncover all the lies as you kiss me / I wanna hang from the cross that I've made / See the guilt getting lost in the pain / Suffocate the sin see the suffering within / Seep to the surface, I can change. Sometimes I take the sweet and make it sour / Release me of this power, the weights getting too heavy to hold / And I'm feeling like a coward under pressure from these secrets that devour / Inner peace and pluck the power, growing weaker by the hour / As I hide lies, lie awake wide eyed / Tight rope walker on a fine line (don't look down) / It's building up the stress until it's filling up the chest / Feeling cynical at best whilst at worse it drops to clinically depressed / As the pressure grows / Someone please guide me to the stepping stones that finds / A way to settle those episodes when it's feeling like / My head explodes from feelings that I never showed / Oh no, gone too far, no turning back I've said a little too much / Pouring salt into a huge cut / With a little lime tequila mix, feeling sick / Slam it, knock it back I really need a fix now. I think I lack the strength to face the trial / No longer fake the smile for the jury I just want to know the verdict / I can't escape denial, no expression as I wait a while / Bitter sweet acidic cynic choking on his spirit / Almost taste the bile, feel it rise / Coughing up that secret side, realise the evil I've / Committed through the weakened ties / That held me back, somebody help me track / The man I used to be or never was, it's funny cos I need to / Feel the pain to wake me up from the coma I've been sleeping in / Deep within there must be someone good but I can't speak to speak to him / So leave me be and let me rot, never stop the feeding vultures / As they feast on sunken flesh and tear it off. Weighed down by a brain full of nonsense / Yeah it strains of the conscience / Strange and obnoxious, judge me as you will / I'm ashamed and dishonest.

My favourite type of movies are certified eighteens / Horror flicks, with rape scenes / Pornographic thoughts and suicidal daydreams / Got me popping pills and swallowing a JD / Lights out, dramatic silence / Movements in the shadows, graphic violence / Similar to sinister cinema plots / Sickening sinner no switching it off / I guess it started as a youngster, eight years old / Pulling porn from a dumpster, flicking through the mags / Shits and giggles with the lads, check the pictures of the slags / Getting bollocked by my parents for calling the numbers / Ha, premium rate sex chats / But I didn’t think they’d notice, I didn’t think it’d get tracked / I was wrong though, flagged up pronto / Getting done for that and the missing can of Strongbow. CHORUS: Lost, inside, the sound it makes / Of mice and men, and rats and snakes / It sleeps and rests no sign of shakes / No one knows, what time, it wakes. Black cat superstition, a tad obsessive / Root for the super villain, you’d never guess it / Drink till the room is spinning, quite depressive / Hoped for a new beginning, didn't get it / … But I recall the taste of empathy / Time lapse, century, passed, rewind that / Entity, trapped, lost, essentially, tapped / Tap, can anybody hear that? Tap / Tap, that not so subtle mix / Of a problem that I couldn’t fix coupled with a sudden shift / In any need for life so I’m counting out the pills / With a bottle full of rum and a knife to cut the wrists / Pause, let me digest / I stood balanced on a knife edge / I saw the finish line and took a side step / I chose to stay afloat with a life vest / I guess I listened to the voice of my friend with the forked tongue / Thoughts spun out of control, I was all done / Maybe it was boredom, no good could come / Looking for an exit and thought that I saw one / And that friend of mine’s here / Still slithers near with a rattle in my ear / Still calls out from the garden of Eden / I’ve just learnt to wrestle with the part that believes him.

I can do the things you do but never take the time to do it / Never knew it, never thought I’d have the skill to get me through it / Never really had the confidence or even self belief / But now it’s just a piece of piss to let the words caress the beat / The rest are weak, it’s easy when you sell to sheep / And every songs the same it’s like you press repeat, it helps me get to sleep / I guess I lost my drive cos I can’t seem to see the challenges / Of writing verses like whoever this weeks hottest rapper is / My words deserve stars and I don’t mean an asterisk / I’m shining with the timing like I’m polishing an Accuwrist / Here’s an ass to kiss, rap activist, you asked for it / I’ll pick apart your verse, then charge for the analysis / Passionate pacifist, me I’ll pass on the cannabis / Blowing up like an anarchist so you must be a masochist / If you think you can handle this hazardous manuscript massacre / Wanna keep up? You better go practice it. CHORUS: Pipe down, please just listen up / You rap, but I don’t give a fuck / These guys are all just sitting ducks / You’re sitting ducks and I couldn’t give a fuck. I guess I’ve never reached my peak and never wrote my magnum opus / Honestly I’m lacking focus, I’m surprised you haven’t noticed / Most the people eye me up but lack the balls to act ferocious / Say they spit the tightest rhymes but all I sense is halitosis / Leave these passing jokers acting hopeless when I take the time / To write a rhythm with some words, and make it rhyme / Ink the paper with a hint of flavour, cook it up, incubator / Get your girl to flash, indicator / I’m Guy Fawkes, didn’t get time to blow / My thoughts, are lost, I dunno / You’ll disappear, poof, Dynamo / You’re sitting ducks and I couldn’t give a fuck / What's the secret? Oh wouldn’t you like to know / You’re small time, pass me the microscope / And suck it up, (sniff), line of coke / You’re sitting ducks and I couldn’t give a fuck. I’m always shooting for the hip, at least the thing that hangs between em / And I’m moving both my lips but so’s your bitch to catch the semen / You assume that I’m a prick from different scripts if you believe em / But I feel confused and sick when I sit and start to read ‘em / Cos rap’s become a second nature, filling paper in my sleep / Early morning waker, spilling flavour on the sheet / And I don’t mean no teenager, wet dreamer pre release / I’m talking sub conscience, gold nonsense for a beat.

I need to finish up this song that I started in the month of May / Yo, I feel the need to run today / Cos it really isn't clear how the time can disappear and / Within a year hardly anything has changed, it’s kind of strange / I think I’ve hit the time to grab life by the horns / Start writing some more, hold my head up to the sky / As I fight through the wars / Keep a smile on my face as I sort the most mindless of chores / I'd love to say I didn't need need to do a damn thing this afternoon / Maybe watch a film, but there's certain things I have to do / I need to do the shopping and I need to cut the grass / And I need to sort the washing and a hundred other tasks / Like I need to wash my car, plus I need to tidy up / But I've been working hard and I need my eyes to shut / Close, relax, get to sleep / But I need to push my music maybe write another press release / I need to let these people know about my selfish dream / I need to build my self esteem / Need to drop the pressure in my head of steam / Be the best I've ever been, dig a little deeper / And show a side you've never seen. CHORUS: I keep moving, but I can keep up / Everyday there’s another needs must / There’s no time to even be myself / I think I’ve changed into someone else. I need to find a prize and keep my eyes on it / Rap until I'm iconic, know it's kind of ironic / I don't want the fame but I know it's just the price of it / Sell a few records so that I profit, I need to see my / Bank balance sky rocket, I know if I'm honest / Then I need to realise that I can't rely on it / Besides I only write to help understand life's topics / It's for my own benefit, I promise / Anyways, I feel strange and distant / Something changed, I’m different / Can’t maintain commitment, a self contained existence / And she needs to know why / Oh I, need to find my marbles and go try / To get a grip on life, live it like it’s my last days / And I give a shite, shine a little light on the future / But struggle trying to keep up / Cos too many things turn into a needs must.

Ahhh, breathing in the summer breeze / Serenity stirs in these sunny scenes / Memories surge and it doesn't seem / Too far back this was all that we'd need / They don't make 'em like they used to / It rains more, it's a little bit cooler / But these days when the suns out / Got me thinking of the summers in the past with their heatwaves and droughts / Putting bans on your hosepipe / Sipping lemonade from a glass full of cold ice / Sun so bright mother smothering the factor ten / Living outside morning till night / On those days when time stopped / I'd watch girls in short skirts and tight tops / Mr.Freeze ice pops, grass stained knees / Pulled up white socks, climbing the trees. CHORUS: Summer days, as you soak up the sun rays / Time remains, in a week made of Sundays / Fresh air breaks, on the days when it does rain / Barbecue dinners, and trips to the sea / Absorbing the vitamin D. It's all coming back / Running through the sprinkler that waters the grass / The crisp smell of lager that's poured to a glass / Wanting my own, I just thought that I'd ask / Allowed in moderation / Not a cloud across the nation means blue sky euphoria / And six weeks without and occupation makes it / Hard to keep track / Of the days and the weeks as we played in the streets / And then came the relief of the ice cream truck / As it pulls up, everybody runs home / Hussling the parents for change for a treat / And each day had a similar plot / Through the years there was innocence lost / And even though it isn't as hot when the sun's out / I start thinking a a lot.

Another night where it ends up in a fight again / She says he thinks he's always right again / And he pretends it's fine again, not sure it is / But wipes away the tears from both her eyes again / Tries to take the doubts and silence them / Tell her that the phoenix only rests within the ashes / It'll rise again / Happy times again, loving life again / Pour out a Heineken, sipping on some wine again / He can make it right again, he just needs her help / Swallowing his pride again, he puts it on the shelf / He's done a lot for them, he'll take the loss again / Try to make it work through the tears and all costs again / Cos again, he finds himself scared / This grew to something bigger than him whilst he was unaware / And a heart is heavy thing to hold / So again another promise is told. CHORUS: How many times can we do this again ? / We're running in circles both avoiding the end / I know that it hurts but think it's time to let it go / Cos you and I know it'll never be anything quite like it used to. Says she sad and everything came apart / Makes him promise he'll be there forever, never break her heart / Knows he's the glue in the relationship / And when it goes wrong wonders why he's not saving it / Says she scared of him escaping it / Questions if he really puts his faith in it / He gives her face a kiss / Asks her if she made a wish what would it be / Says she wants a future with more branches on the family tree / Back to this, a promise that was full of life / Holding them together now has strained and come untied / She asks did you ever mean the things you said you'd do / He says everyone of them was true, and when it's time / When the money's right n he can buy the ring the she deserves / They'll take another step but she shakes her head / And says they're only words / She's heard them before, needs a little bit more / Hmmm, sure. It seems they hit the wall again, about to fall again / Life moves in circles so they know they'll do it all again / Have the same talk again, question if it's worth another try / Or if it's time to form an end / Go their separate ways and begin a life apart / Try to start a fresh with both feet on the floor again / (I wanna do what is the best thing for you but don't know how to do that) / Sometimes the best thing is draw a line in the sand / Find your happiness outside the life that you planned / She needs to break away, it'll take a little time / But she'll heal, one day it'll be fine / The scars will fade away, she'll feel good again / Find the right person and feel love again / (Cos time has a way of making it all better although it's hard to see that).

When left to my own devices / I'm known as the nicest, cold as the ice is / Frozen and lifeless, chosen to write this / To open your eyelids, clear any smoke from your iris / And show you what life is / Bring a little hope to a crisis, christ it's golden and timeless / Negative space, perfectly placed, moment of silence... Either plans got set aside, or I just never tried / Cos I haven't felt the passion hit since I was twenty five / And it's been a few months since the goose bumps kicked in / Feeling the lump in my throat find something to quote while / I'm listening, I can't make the connection I used to / Something's missing / Or maybe it's the opposite, turned pessimist from optimist / And now I can't decide what I've got to give / I guess your early twenties are a strange age / You and the world are on the same page but the text lacks a narrative / And the plot seems a little contradicting / So you write your own definition / Then the overwhelming feeling of reality comes crashing down / Killing motivation in the search for the answers that you haven't found / Losing your gusto / That desire to fit in doesn't happen now. CHORUS: Where did you go? I need your help / Strayed from your side, I’m all by myself. Unsure if it's a broken dream, a blessing or a curse / Withdrawal from the dopamine, unsettling the nerves / Serotonin surge bursts out from the sessions I heard / But soon ceased now it moves in reverse / Still spend days in a search for the rush of excitement / That circulates your soul as it bubbles inside with / Such vigour and force, listen for more / Feel your system's restored as you're shutting your eyelids / I struggle to find it, blame no-one else / It's a part that just doesn't reside in / Or at the leasts hiding buried deep down in me / Can't find a light so I can set my soul free / Miss the adrenalin, the stripped back skeleton / Miss match evidence exposed that I probably never really / Fit that element so I'm stepping out to the cold. I'm a rock, I'm an island, not frightened / To stand up on own two feet / Need no reassurance, no ones opinion / I hold the key to my own inner peace.