text: His names Werd and his heads in a pickle
  Maybe heard him a lil hes been fickle since little
  Hes been writing out raps compensate for the brittle
  And escape all he hates so that they can be invisible
  His own principles fate sticks with him still
  Dismissive of his lyrics after written being literal
  Sorry hes away with it
  It’s her that made him do it with
  A touch of frustration and waiting on a change n shit
  Aw it fcking takes the piss - I am just half that
  Half pissed half cut with a joint half sparked
  I try and keep control...
  You need me just bringing that speech
  You need Auld Reekie patter with a rapper on beats
  You need real music mate you dont see on TV
  You need to say hidden thoughts so we can achieve
  Turn on your radio
  Nah fck it - Turn it off
  Fear is your only God on the radio
  But here I got aiming for the top
  But not cause I want it cause really its all I got
  I’ve been living since 11 n listened to hip-hop
  My prescription for decisions that’s sinning and what knots
  Now I’m bringing to fruition volition and new thoughts
  Just listen my decision is taking what I want
  You fakers can tag on the building I build strong
  The foundation that I laid when played my first song
  When I found my home
  When some kind of madness...
  I think you need honesty
  Right now, I think I lost you mate
  As I write like rappers aint supposed to do
  Though it’s tight get none, monastery
  I feel like that their picking on me
  Like a puppet off strings just fell before ye
  Guitar weeps, for a gentle nobody
  Never feel at home, vagabond, same old story
  But you changed me
  How I feel lately
  Crazy, it’s like...