[Verse 1: Solo]
Look up the truth's falling from the sky
The cup is overflowing and the river's running dry
Command came down from up on high
Heard ringing out over the sound of battle cries
So I'm tryna break the cycle while my signs are still vital
Repent for every second that I stood by idle
Gather my disciples and listen for a while
As I ask each now to bear witness to my to my trial
Half in denial that they don't know just what it's like
Being male, middle class and white, just kidding right?
As the art imitates life imitates art
I sit back and watch it all intertwine
Guilty of the crime, of killing time
Dirty hands on the clock minutes ticking by
So I stand up in the dock and I give em my
Testimonial, the rap quotable
Master of the ceremonial, what
[Hook]
See I'd have this world believe that I'm a brave man
Someone worthy of your praise
But if I found my role to play within the game plan well I'd take that to my grave
It's an unfair lottery
Self-fullfilling prophecy
Wading through the broken promises and lost property
[Verse 2: Solo]
So what's your lot in life? While some are spending long nights
On the street, alone under the watchful eye
Of CCTV, seems you can either have a silver spoon or be a mouth to feed
I see the light dying out beyond the horizon's edge
Some are watching through the silhouette of a barbed wire fence
Counting the days and tryna make some sense
Of a world that never came to their defence
For nothing but the crime of running for their lives
Escaping war and unrest, while we're numb inside
So we keep our lips sealed while they hunger strike
Like Mr Kelly once said yo, such is life
So on the days when I catch myself slipping away for a minute there
Stuck on a self pity tripping off what is or isn't fair
I remind myself to be prepared
Every ticket's got a buyer beware
None of this can be undone - it's one part luck, one part fate
From the top of the ladder to the bottom rung
Truth is I ain't that brave, but a lot of heroes go unsung
None of this can be undone, it's one part luck, one part fate
From the top of the ladder to the bottom rung
Victims of circumstance, deserving a chance
And only ever got one (only got one)
[Hook]
Look up the truth's falling from the sky
The cup is overflowing and the river's running dry
Command came down from up on high
Heard ringing out over the sound of battle cries
So I'm tryna break the cycle while my signs are still vital
Repent for every second that I stood by idle
Gather my disciples and listen for a while
As I ask each now to bear witness to my to my trial
Half in denial that they don't know just what it's like
Being male, middle class and white, just kidding right?
As the art imitates life imitates art
I sit back and watch it all intertwine
Guilty of the crime, of killing time
Dirty hands on the clock minutes ticking by
So I stand up in the dock and I give em my
Testimonial, the rap quotable
Master of the ceremonial, what
[Hook]
See I'd have this world believe that I'm a brave man
Someone worthy of your praise
But if I found my role to play within the game plan well I'd take that to my grave
It's an unfair lottery
Self-fullfilling prophecy
Wading through the broken promises and lost property
[Verse 2: Solo]
So what's your lot in life? While some are spending long nights
On the street, alone under the watchful eye
Of CCTV, seems you can either have a silver spoon or be a mouth to feed
I see the light dying out beyond the horizon's edge
Some are watching through the silhouette of a barbed wire fence
Counting the days and tryna make some sense
Of a world that never came to their defence
For nothing but the crime of running for their lives
Escaping war and unrest, while we're numb inside
So we keep our lips sealed while they hunger strike
Like Mr Kelly once said yo, such is life
So on the days when I catch myself slipping away for a minute there
Stuck on a self pity tripping off what is or isn't fair
I remind myself to be prepared
Every ticket's got a buyer beware
None of this can be undone - it's one part luck, one part fate
From the top of the ladder to the bottom rung
Truth is I ain't that brave, but a lot of heroes go unsung
None of this can be undone, it's one part luck, one part fate
From the top of the ladder to the bottom rung
Victims of circumstance, deserving a chance
And only ever got one (only got one)
[Hook]