(All regular passengers of Pune-Lonawala Local trains are hereby greeted with a brand new "Express Track".. Try having a safe journey.)
Im sick of this life. I've given a while.. I'm living thru the visions of my history now. Its sickening how, all the crap that am taking. I sit back while they smash my face in, hating. Cuz i speak a li'l different. Listen close and u'll know wat im givin them. I'm skippin thru irony cuz am ready for change and listen to my mummy when she yelling my name. But when im outside expecting the same, aint noone tryna listen to my message n claim. So i speak to myself, Eat wit myself then u'll see eventually im beating myself and the pain isnt more then my mind and my soul, wana be my own man let my mind take control. Its not the same nomore, as of lately.. I put my hands up, like now can u save me.!?
I'v had a rough time, am losing my mind; all i really need is a boost. Am i ready for this life, am i ready for this mic am i really ready to proooove :p. I'm tryna make a killing; am tryna make a living from my skills when i shine in the both. Recognize that its hard, sometimes i will starve just so i can think of some juice! No stress i accept the choices i made thats why i speak about life in my voice when am played. The science to this art, confience and the heart, theres no need for a pie when i'll fly off the charts (pie-charts). Its not the same no more when we try hard. If lifes easy then why must we die hard?. I write bars in hope for a miracle, I get signed for dopeness thats lyrical.
Serve some saus and samosa, serve some saus and samosa...
Serve some saus and samosa, serve some saus and samosa.
Serve some saus and samosa, serve some saus and samosa...
Serve some saus and samosa, serve some saus and samosa.
