Check, 
I was walking along, headphones on, 
Instrumental playing, thinking of new songs, 
I could dae, but as it played, 
I question my motive, 
And what I've been saying on tracks I didn't notice, 
It might been perceived that I'd hope to achieve, 
Something else or myself was lying to me, 
Thought I moved in stealth, 
But said shhh to many, 
Well, at least it's freedom of speech
And if I proved nothing I proved I could do that
So I didn't write a track as I walked on that path, 
A pressed pause... 
And I question that, question rap, 
Question; questions, and more came back, 
And back at the lab where I mastered speech, 
With padded walls took the pad and wrote what's me, 
Thought what I want to be, Or rather just see me, 
That walk I forgot, but here's where you join me.
(And I'm Free).
Check (SOS), 
Not one for the heads, not one for the rap fans, 
This ones, for ones, that wonder when at one with oneself, 
Hell, that�s my metal medication
To stop myself dwelling on every situation, I was placed in, 
Instead of pacing thinking of frustration, 
I'll start thinking it's amazing adding that to the equation, 
Heaven, ain't a place on earth, 
It's a place in your mind I explore through verse, 
Sick of seeing underachieving I'm believing in more, 
And that's the reason that I sit and writing along to these chords, 
Switching off the TV cause who gets applause, 
Is only those that are blinding and trapped in it's jaws, 
Lost cause and because you watch they make billions, 
An unknown example we set for our children, 
So, no aggression of jokes, 
And this ain't rap, this is something I wrote, 
(With a little hope).