Recap

Come play dragon ball,
smoke a few zoots with the lads
Come through to the pad,
shoot hoops after that
Bang out some tunes,
get influenced to rap
Figure that music’s the route to the grab

Build a tighter circle than a nuns worked out pussy
Have each other’s backs
if we’re attacked by them hoodies
Light up at the park, after dark, spark the goodie
Always knew that he would, if he could, but should he?

Skip over the years of getting older with the bros
Now the tension in his soul for not achieving any goals
He’s been fighting it all alone
and tried to write it in his songs
But something went awry, mayday, something has gone wrong

Aggression takes the place of any rational dictation
Unsettled atmospheres take the place of any patience
The threats of violence then the silence, clear manipulation
So cutting ties with guys like this is the primary operation

Now we’re down to 2
The music dudes
The sonic crew
And on a move
To promise you
That what they do
Is in God’s name: truth

They take their pain
Their pleasure too
And make in rain
And slay the booth
Repaint the frame
From grey and blue
To many flavours
They can choose
Ooh

There they go, on a mission again
On a mission to make mils
While making amends
While giving you great thrills through twisting and bends
Only made possible by them losing some friends

Yeah it ain’t easy, but who said life would be easy
My neighboured is fairly safe but that don’t make shit easy
There’s so few opportunities and everyone’s on the weed leaf
And I’m so close to calling it quits cause it seems like nobody round here needs me
Believe me

There is something more to the struggle
than selling drugs, tryna hustle
In the darkest parts of your mind where you can find the finest puzzle
Become so closed inside, you put your mind inside a muzzle
Stopping thoughts that might be freeing keeping you inside the muddle