Survival Game

Be honest, is music just a hobby,

or is it deeper than that?

You’re sick with it,

like a soldier heading to war,

no turning back.

Thousands chasing one spot in the sun,

you’re one of them,

Who feels this like we do?

This one’s for the mandem.

Poverty?

Nah, thanks, bruv, not in this life,

“Artists gotta stay hungry”?

Chew the bones yourself,

man’s eating nice. Survival game,

“that’s how it is”?

Nah, I don’t see it,

Man’s not for sale,

but the bars? Watch the world buy it.

Man don’t bow to a producer’s whip,

I pity the ones on a lead,

Dancing to somebody else’s tune,

yapping mutts, wastemen with no code,

no creed.

Yeah, this one’s a serious ting,

I’m in character, locked in the role,

‘Cause that’s the game once childhood ends,

the world takes its toll.

Listen,

I want you, yeah,

you, to think for a minute:

Is this road just a habit,

or is your whole life in it?

Will you ride to the end,

burn the bridges, no fear in your chest,

Or you scared of life,

hiding the truth behind a mask like the rest?

Whole life’s a survival game (ay),

Scared? Then out my way,

no hesitation, no shame.

Chase the dream, you trip,

you rise again (skrrt),

‘Cause if you ain’t burning,

just smouldering, it’s all in vain.

Yo…

This ain’t just a track,

it’s a shot to the system’s temple (grrah),

Your call: live, or keep on sleeping.

It’s simple.