[Verse 1: Stana]
I'm just a guy that writes poetry
Rhymes his life vocally and openly
I ain't tryna ride the mic globally but hopefully
I could travel overseas, get a load of peeps to fucking notice me
All I've got is big guns, broken dreams
Bad combination on these ghostly streets
Mad complications so we oversqueeze
Sad conversations always over beef
Got on the heat, that's compulsory
Streets ain't heard the most of me, lyrically [?] B
Keep it clean and tidy compulsively, I've got OCD
And I move so mean and grimy, something like ODB
Back from the dead, minus the plaques on my head
Giving you rap expressed from the back of my chest where my heart is
Trapped by the stress, me being trapped in the pen
I'm knackered to death, I'm exhausted, sick and tired of bullshit
I'm tryna change my life and progress
Yes, I'm back like I never left
Up in the studio again with Ghetts
Rolling back the years
Conversating 'bout our brother Wallace, holding back the tears
Such a shame, such a fucking shame
I'd give it all to have him here, hear my fucking pain
Got me thinking back to [?], we were locked up, barely 18
Prolific young offenders with a vision of the same dream
Lee died, I went back to jail, Ghetts stayed free
Took his second chance, hit the mainstream
[Hook: Melody Melz]
Been thinking more and I've been sleeping less
Wondering why I feel exhausted
All I needed
Was a second chance
Remembering where it all went wrong
I'mma pray till I get things sorted
All I needed
Was a second, I needed a second chance
[Verse 2: Ghetts]
I'm just a guy that paints pictures
With words which I can turn into great scriptures
Every single one of my lyrics contains sickness
I should be quarantined, you should remain distant
Different day, same system
Every day's the same and I'm just tryna make today different
Olders tried to school me as a young'un (waste of time)
But I was young and I just wasn't respecting the age difference
I told my nigga Stana take his second chance and run with it
Cause Justin got his second chance and look at what he done with it
I talk in third person when I mention my accomplishments
Cause I don't wanna blow my own trumpet, I'm on this humble ting
Fuck that, cuh when you're down they wanna kick you
And it's only when you're up they uplift you
If you focused on the moments I was broke and I was coming up
Please, include how I improved
You ain't real if you don't recognise what I represent
It's been a long time coming, judging by these measurements
Ten years, niggas can't undermine my relevance
It's no wonder why I'm blessed, listen
I never had it easy
Some can't relate, cuh they never had to be me
All I had was bottle, I never had the genie
So I used to wish upon the stars discreetly
[Hook: Melody Melz]
Been thinking more and I've been sleeping less
Wondering why I feel exhausted
All I needed
Was a second chance
Remembering where it all went wrong
I'mma pray till I get things sorted
All I needed
Was a second, I needed a second chance
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