Can you tell me, doctor, why I still can't get to sleep?
(I don't know my problem but I wanna find out)
And night times just a jungle with my soul out on the street
And what's this pain that comes and goes

Can you tell me what it means
God, help me, I'm only 19
What the fuck are people asking for blood?
I hope your ready

I'm shooting at helicopters with my trigger finger steady
These record exec's asking for my right to creativity
I get the nod from Lui
And so the lyrics are then left up to me

Yo, I say what I like do what I like you love it
Say what you like do what you might, fuck it
This stereotypical day and age has got me sick
These Aussie rappers stay in line
So people, hangin' on their dick

I've never gone with there line
So you can like it or not
But like it's gonna knock me off
When I'm the definition of pop

My whole crew my bomb squad
With Lui as drill sergeant
Under K-9 entertainment into war
We straight marching

Now every time I make decisions
I'm tripping over my older written
Verses with these curses 'bout shit
That wasn't descriptive

Enough, I've had enough
As shallow as one gets
Writing derogatory words
He knows he's gonna regret

I'm talking 'bout my own emotion
War within my own devotion to expose
The true beneath this cloak of no composure
I'm chosen

To prepare the people properly for this prophecy
Of perfect parables and paragraphic psychology ugh
So understand the next man 'cause he got his own view
But when it is left to two parties then it is bound to be blew

Outta proportion throwing caution out the window
Not to the wind
Funny how beginnings link directly to the end
I don't know the answers

And I don't know the reasons why
Don't ask me to explain
My understanding of why we die
I analyze myself
And it's never what is seems

I don't know the answers, I'm only 19
So now these terrorists keep telling us
These presidents is perilous
I'm choking on my words when threats on buildings
Start the end of it

My country under thumb when all I want is sanctuary
Away from all this shit talking and breaking what is meant to be
A multicultural society, it's all just might have beens
My people getting into fights

Yo, fuck this pointless violence
I'm not buying it like people getting weak instead of strong
Nobody even looking up to just admit they was wrong
I write my song, lay my vocal, leave the lyrics in my notebook

Hope in the future if there is one will be reopen
And talk to the children of the next generation
So many fucking phones but no communication
Motherfuckers