Yo! what you crucifying me for
I never meant to come across as a know-it-all
I’m just a simple artist trying to do my job
And I'd be eternally grateful if you could do yours
I write for the people who need it or not
Wishing they get to sing along for the craic or the love
Usually aiming at the wounds and the cracks in their hearts
Still I couldn't save the world, ain't that already done?
I touched down with a clear goal
But I couldn't shop my dreams in a photo
07 14 that's my timeframe
Seven years under your watch then my time came
Like a clock on my wrist ticking bigger times
Visions of life with my story in these punch lines
With rhythm
So let us sing my blues in jagged edged rhymes
While I'm lyrically positive like a plus sign


Chill out chill out
You all need chill out
Life ain't all about champagnes and chinchillas
Girls in the ghettos with dreams of Cinderella
Hooked on a leash of the master of dope dealers
Chill out chill out
Y'all need to chill out
Life ain't all about gold chains and gold-diggers
Over in Liberia they’re still fighting Ebola why you crying for?
You need a new phone?
Met a father in the streets who needs a new home
While his wife eulogised him as her last hope
These flashbacks to reality keeping me grounded, for real
Dissuading my passion to fly when the sky's open
I count my blessings in numeric we don't learn in school
Many reasons to stay cool
I used to want to carry the hood on my back like the local monks
Till I figure out my uncle was a little drunk
When he told me I’d be everything he dreamed of
Took me to a bar no ID but I got the picture
Of the future he saw
Of me being a womaniser
A bartender lady kissed him showing he could have her
Latest edition of his catalogue of dark adventures
Misogynistically boasting he'd leave her on a stretcher
Sat me down with a bottle of red
11:59 24th of that December
We made a toast in remembrance of the birth of our Lord.
That's the version I recounted to my mother I love
In the decade that preceded all the tube galore
Nothing new though, just icing on a cake I adored
Sunday service we worshipping, I got flashes
Infatuated by a scene out of Angela's ashes
Any sign of angels wasn't me coz that was Shaggy
Trapped under pressure of making the ladies love me
Came out of that sentence
Strengthened my defences
Prayed for my repentance on-board that flight to Dublin
Limerick city presented me with my own dream
I'm already better than what detractors thought I would be.