it’s taken its time to find my feet mentally broken growing up on the street looked to a mirror felt lost inside to see the real me hidden in disguise my conscience comes from nobody else confliction that i have with myself i wanna be strong but i feel so weak collect all my problems, press the button and delete music is the only escape that i have internal struggles yea there driving me mad addictions starting to takes its toll yea I feel like a freak, like iv lost my soul been a hard time yea i gotta let yall know yea i gotta move on yea i gotta let them go from all the issues that are holding me back never really recovered from losing my dad seriously got fuced up, yea i got hurt but i gotta put it down for the lessons that iv learnt this aint no game yea im talking about my life got beaten black and blue and sliced with a knife by the time i was 13 i was outta control don't think anybody knew what was about to unfold How could they should they understand, a boy growing up quick just trying to be a man How could they should they understand, a boy growing up quick just trying to be a man Just trying to be a man, just trying to be a man How could they should they understand, a boy growing up quick… So I met these girls lived down the road There brother was in jail and smoked a lot of cones Taught me crime life anything goes Creeping, crawling through ya window Crazy time I felt so damn alive Strutting like a man, wild boy on the rise Walking down the street in the middle of the night Looking for shit to steal, not scared for a fight Kicked out of home at an early age By this stage, damn I was on another page Standing in the dark, standing in the rain Jumping peoples fences I had no shame Remember sleeping on my mates lawn So damn stones I couldn’t put the brakes on Then an old friend said come stay with me Couldn’t believe his mum gave me safety Just a young man going straight crazy Listening to too much of Slim Shady By bro had dope styles oh so fine Gave me Levels tag for the very first time Found my passion and love for the art And that’s when I got his very first start Time for me to release the pain Let go of the anger before I go insane How could they should they understand, a boy growing up quick just trying to be a man How could they should they understand, a boy growing up quick just trying to be a man Just trying to be a man, just trying to be a man How could they should they understand, a boy growing up quick just trying to be a man Just trying to be a man, just trying to be a man How could they should they understand, a boy growing up quick….. A street worn kid just running a muck I moved away from Assist cause I wanna be a thug Stealing car stereos just for fun Running down the street, getting chased with a gun Had sticky fingers yes I must confess And flogging off clothes is what I did best Take what I can give a fuck about the rest I felt like this was just a test Racking off cars and racking up lines So many convictions and so many fines So very lucky that I never served time Community service just to pay for my crimes That’s where I met a lot of chill heads People in the same boat still said Crime life pays and it comes one day That karma is a bitch and its here to stay That’s when it broke and that’s when I knew Gotta live right yeh I gotta come through All the ups and downs it only gets better Stay true to yourself through the stormy ass weather Now this is my story what more can I say To all the young heads coming up today Only real hip hop only real to the art Stay true to yourself and true to your heart Coz I did a lot of shit in a very short span That was my life maybe that was the plan How could they, understand A boy growing up quick just trying to be a man just trying to be a man just trying to be a man How could they should they understand, a boy growing up quick just trying to be a man just trying to be a man just trying to be a man How could they should they understand, a boy growing up quick just trying to be a man Just trying to be a man, just trying to be a man How could they understand A boy growing up quick

Now this is a story about the lost cockroach, they said he was a looser and had no hope, He was drinking all day and smoking all night, He would jump anyone Always looking for a fight The time was right to get up on the hype, He Sleeps all day and bombs all night, Bombing everything, anything in plain damn sight, Oh what a delight when the graff bug bites He shakes his can, yea u know that smell He has the plan, but no one can tell Jumps the fence like a bat outta hell Getting his release, were the bad boys dwell Sneak into the yard to paint the train, needs to kill that release, needs to kill the pain Chilin with his boy just doing the same Got to watch his back, cause this aren’t no game No pain, no gain, there doing their own thing Bombing the yards, yea there doing the own game Never seen, never been out to gain fame Better refrain from ever using his name name Bags of fat caps to make your tags pop, Rack ya paint yea had to flog the lot, Run-up on the trains was never gonna stop! Don’t thrash all ya spot and make the line hot! Break on through cause the cameras not showing, Paint stained shoes, fingers and clothing Roach City records just a dream or a poem Graffiti is the story to tell the unknown No stress no test yea i got too confess, Cut the electric fence at ya own expense, Pigs rock and it starts to get tense, these Cat and mouse games yea…. They makes no sense HOOK Set in stone, Hard like leather, left alone to rust in the weather, Feel so light heavy as a feather, Rcr crew we Stay together Grotesque creatures special feature Broken speakers Pop out ya tweeters, so many Corrupt and racist leaders…… Fuc the cops, na we don’t need em Bass dropping yea your ears are popping, Freight hopping we ain't stopping… We rock up, its going down Roach city crew is coming around Marking territory’s and bombing them streets, Pissing everywhere like a dog on heat, Can u smell that paint? Yea Its So..... sweet Your tag is fading because you know ya mix is week Sipping on lean....got the purple cream See all them colors ....na it’s not a dream Number one goal is to be a subway king And go all city like the Old school seen Doing whole cars is his only wish, Red and blue lights are his only risk, Actions on point with his lines so crisp, Creeping and crawling like he doesn't exist Die for his art like a god damn martyr, Rip u apart because ya just a shit starter, Got his 20ml... yew it’s a fat ass marker, Cut it with acid tone it bombs a lot harder Terrorize the street cause he’s just getting started, Don’t mess with this bug if stepping halfhearted, always ready to run, don't stop for a gun If you don’t know......yea ya gonna get done 3 U gonna get smacked for being toy wak, flossing on tictok what a load of crap, ya shitty ass piece is gonna get capped, It’s levels on the mic I make a brain go splat And I do it like that HOOK Set in stone, Hard like leather left alone To rust in the weather Feel so light heavy as a feather Rcr crew we Stay together