Back in the days, I had dreams of rapping on stage
Imagined listening to radio when my track would get played
Its tragic I never fathomed that the magic would fade
Lets take it back to the days when I established my name
I was over hungry for beats, like the melody was something to eat
Bars a 100 a week was nothing to me
Long as I had something deep to crush a sucker and see
I won battles but in a couple I fumbled; suffered defeats
I was grinding hard, way harder than other artists did
At 17 on Choice FM, I went bar for bar with Swiss
Lyrics for 45 minutes, ready and prepared
No lie, you can ask anybody that was there
Simple and plain my CD got critical acclaim
I began to build an official position in the game
Quicker than I could think I was fulfilling all my aims
I miss them days and now its difficult and shit isnt the same
Everything that goes up must come down
I was alright before, but Im fucked up now
Got a bit of success, didnt like it at all
Its time that I document my rise and my fall
If its not your destiny then its not meant to be
In the mirror face to face with my worst enemy
Got a bit of success, didnt like it at all
Its time that I document my rise and my fall
Before volume 2 dropped, my brother died
I never stopped I just carried on busting rhymes
Putting on a brave face but it was still tough at night
I Couldnt sleep, cos my nightmares were nothing nice
Volume 2 came out, got love in the press
Regardless, I was still stressed and fucking depressed
More successful, the more I felt stuck in a web
Pain ate away at my soul tillnothing was left
There were rumours about, I heard the dirty sound
They even tried to say that chance has turned me down
Everyday they were on the phone tryna get me on that show
Till I had to tell them straight, look I didnt wanna go
But I didnt wanna blow, had nothing to prove brother
In all 5 I won an award for best newcomer
But that shits all irrelevant
The say the only thing worse than not getting what you wish for
Is getting it.
Everything that goes up must come down
I was alright before, but Im fucked up now
Got a bit of success, didnt like it at all
Its time that I document my rise and my fall
If its not your destiny then its not meant to be
In the mirror face to face with my worst enemy
Got a bit of success, didnt like it at all
Its time that I document my rise and my fall
I just cant handle the chinswagging and the lips chatting
My issues have me making decisions to quit rapping
Its funny (why) cos that almost really did happen
I changed my mind everyday, kept zigzagging
But Im a lyricist, I live for this, I tried to stop
Got volume 3 of my chest and hit writers block
Very pissed, I was getting sick of my topics
A pad and paper, I couldnt fill a line of it
Seeing rappers in magazines, I know Im better then
Cussing has-beens when really Im just a never-been
Me and my clique would be rich if we were American
Those negative times are so clear when I remember them
I hope you heard a bar you can maybe relate with
Lifes strange, it never remains the same; it changes
It wasnt just memories that made me make this
Cos we all rise and fall on a daily basis