Im sat on this estate daydreaming, thinking about this life, full of strife, and whats the meaning, everyday i wake up, i wish im still sleeping, i dont wanna rise, but the sunlights peircing, pulling back the curtain, the earth looks worthless, people losing life, for the change in their purses, sit and look at life on a worldwide scale, trying to trace the point at which mankind failed, as terror manifests on the surface, i sometimes think, that we're already stuck in hells furnace, cos the churches are closing the doors, putting backs to us, the government create the killers, giving gats to us, out on my manor, man are dying for them white lines, i fear for my life, these could be my last rhymes, and i dont wanna get out of bed, its all hopeless, through the pain how can i, maintain my focus?,