VERSE 1 (20 BARS)

Out walking in the rain,
slowed down pace, feel the water on my face, (face face)
let the hate go, torturing ma brain,
put the pen to paper its absorbing all the pain, (pain pain)

I wanna transmit ma thoughts up into space,
when Im tryna find my way cos I’m caught up in the maze, (maze, maze)
need to, slow it down, thats often been the case,
need slow it down, like the tortoise in the race,

stay, subdued, it the sound of the cerebral,
ma brain paints a picture of the sound up in the easel,
tryna find peace in a town thats full of people,
some will push for good,some are all about the evil,

, Steer clear of those I found deceitful,
stay away as if they’re coming down with measles
I’m seeing clearer, I’m chilled out profound and peaceful
I was going nowhere, like a car thats out of diesel.

Write the tight rhymes, when Im staring at night sky,
time to Straighten up, fly right,
Mr psychedelic, Mr Tye Dye,
Mystified, Mr Dweller, Mr Nice Guy

(notes, the last 4 bars of verse make just DRUMS)

HOOK // HOOK// HOOK

Need to, Slow it down, when your caught up in the maze,
Need to, slow it down, like the tortoise in the race,
first ya, breathe in, hearts beating at a rapid rate,
then breathe out, feel the stress evaporate


VERSE 2 (20 BARS)

Eating food for thought , on my train of thought,
Couple cans of stella and an eighth of draw,
hmmmm… I scratch my head so much Ive made it sore,
all for tryna give the people what they waiting for,

Tryna tell my boss that he should pay me more,
he shot me down like winston smith in 1984,
left me raging like the Palestine Israeli War,
But everybody got to work, its a daily chore.

Still playin on the same game,
making organic raps how I maintain,
Recognise the style? cos It aint changed
strange days, still earning that same wage,

reminiscing, the days on the main stage,
under manchester skies that remain grey
I keep on take no notice what they say,
this is mine, you can Keep your your dab and your nay nay,

keep it moving like a skipping rope -
head is bobbin like a fishing float,
mind is racing like I’m sniffing coke,
Tryna comprehend the shit I wrote,