Inspiration Island

My Mecca of motivation is facing destruction
Develop growing hatred, the face of seduction
My patience erupted, now my liberation’s
Abducted, living through this name I’ve constructed
Not paid, so reluctant. Sucked into darkness
A place where I couldn’t give a fuck if your heart’s with us Half your love doesn’t even compare
To the energy I get from an enemy’s stare
Is anyone there? I’m short of replies
I’m starved with nothing to feed off in this Lord of the Flies
I’m cornered by tribes of doubt without an escape
I’m screaming and shouting louder to get out of this place
Looking out on the space, thinking, «How the fuck did this happen?»
I thought I would’ve kept on rapping till my lungs are collapsing
But I’m lacking all inspiration, racking my brain
I want it to be just like how they had it back in the day
Stuck in the timeless thought
Brought up to think my dreams are made
From the future, but of course the suckers were wrong
As I pulling the bong bubble
My thought’s on a course inspired from a song
Cos everything I think of stems from the past
Learn from my idols not from a paid teacher in class
My heroes weren’t rock stars or sport celebrities
The truth’d be, I look up to my friends and family
I’m thanking everyone who gave me a chance
Who gave me a hand, when my head was stuck in the sand
To my Mum and my Dad, for their eternal love
My brothers, cousins, uncles, aunties and my little godson
You’re the reason and drive, why I put up with these critics
Take the disses and see very low financial figures
I’m saying, «Thanks mate and your family, without you
I probably hang on the streets with the bong crew.»
Deep in inertia (Stuck in the cold)
Last asleep, but the first up, (Taking it’s toll)
But we keep moving further. (We'll never fold)
We just roll and we roll and we roll and we roll
But we’re deep in inertia (Stuck in the cold)
Last asleep, but the first up, (Taking it’s toll)
But we keep moving further. (We'll never fold)
We just roll and we roll and we roll and we roll
Never gonna quit this biz, it’s too far gone
I walk the monumental step like my name was Neil Armstrong
One giant leap for mankind, nothing major
Syllabolik, historically I find a later
It’s time for the peeps now, I feel this deep down
Echoing through your soul, now feel the rebound
Piercing your heart, now open your eyes
And light, your like near-death when you’re showing the lie
Cos I spitting these lessons of the Stairway to Heaven
So, the gods can hear my call, when I’m no longer present
I got a penchant for dramatics, but never mistake my lyrics
Be the cogs turning that will instigate change
Every phrase, every verse, every word, every sound
Every little bit of shit that’s coming out my mouth
So get on down kid, yeah
Drapht, Downsyde, Layla
Singing Da da da da Deep in inertia (Stuck in the cold)
Last asleep, but the first up, (Taking it’s toll)
But we keep moving further. (We'll never fold)
We just roll and we roll and we roll and we roll
But we’re deep in inertia (Stuck in the cold)
Last asleep, but the first up, (Taking it’s toll)
But we keep moving further. (We'll never fold)
We just roll and we roll and we roll and we roll
The days, we’re all getting older
The nights, it’s all getting colder
I need a shoulder to cry on Hear the call of the lion lost in Zion, Babylon
Perth city, stand with me, march with me Laugh with me and fight with me Sip a drink from this cup and live forever
Listen to this song, it’ll all be better
See, the road we chose ain’t covered in gold
It’s smothered with blood and then covered with love
It’s the Wiz that I want, cos I need a heart
I need to be brave to face the past
I’m inspired by life, cos these words I write
Are non-fiction, listen to the wisdom
A reactions all preordained
Once you make a choice, things’ll never be the same
Welcome to the explanation for the waited on one
Patience push us, slash voodoo cushion with a half vacant tongue
Casting the plaque of an aardvark scums
Wasting spirit like gum, bust up of our lies
More undown and tied than a car park
Hated mirrors, the first a slump and the last up A dark angel number one
Steer to the ground, I’m a stark naked souls
Unfolding now, so, come and fill my gaping holes
I staple peeled feathers to doubt and once blazing coals
Pillaging this staff of clues and treasures
I’m still missing, pulls your path like carcass lepers
Or six-year-old girls left a piss glass
In African deserts, I’m a split vases searching for my petals
Before I tip the basket in Harping on one string, far from laughing with inspiration
In fact I think he’s taken my man on a lont
Cos he’s passionately groping her curves as I’m deferred
Hanging for hope, struck high, caught up in moping
Can’t even teach myself the ropes I’ll tire
Nah, you’re coping, revising bring me eager reason
When I’m pinched and I’m bleeding, I’m like, «La, you’re here breathing.»
But it’s clearly eating away at chips
And I apologise, I only wish I had some advice for you kids
Deep in inertia (Stuck in the cold)
Last asleep, but the first up, (Taking it’s toll)
But we keep moving further. (We'll never fold)
We just roll and we roll and we roll and we roll
But we’re deep in inertia (Stuck in the cold)
Last asleep, but the first up, (Taking it’s toll)
But we keep moving further. (We'll never fold)
We just roll and we roll and we roll and we roll