PASSION

I've got love for my brother
My two loving sisters
Got my parents on my back
Hope that I can make a difference, make 'em proud
Even if I never make it out
The flame in my ambition you can never turn it out
Torture me with hate but you won't ever crack me down
Tortoise in the race 'cause everyday I'm making ground
And I won't ever leave my brothers
Lost and never found their peace of mind
Not blood still I see them as a fuel to the mind
Every single one, supports they got my back
A brace of EP's I'm on a mission cut me slack
Every day back to back in black we're dressed in our emotions
Spirits in a bottle that's a different type of potion
Alone in our thoughts, independent
No promotion when we turn into adults
Cause we still bottle our emotions like a kiddo
Sickness of the soul : dream of dollars in a pillow case
Bumped in to my old friend but it was brief he's on a case
Caught up in a suit I know we both seen better days
Showing true grit we're on the search for better days
The searchers like John Wayne and Liam Neeson, jogging in a maze
Purple haze we're smoking for amnesia that's the case
Telling me to rush then I'll be taking my time
If you offer me the grape, I'll come back for the vine
Show you how to make a vision : turn the grape into wine
My text is nothing divine, don't put a cross on that line
I'm a bridge across the channel so I struggle to find
A bloody postcode : SW2 to 17 grand
Place that I grew up in, family's homeland
Trynna make a point I put the ink to a stamp
Letters on a plain piece of paper
Worth a pound, worth a grand, worth a milli
I'll run 'em like a marathon don't come near my achilles
Paris don't be silly
One hit I'll knock you down and blaze another philly
Too many stars that die in postcode wars
See three young talents crave their P's over food
So when there's beef they're on the move spamming R2
Creed 2 : easy on the eye
The blade in the sleeve sends a kid to the sky
Angel on the telly with a stain
More or less steal the light on his own
But there's no temple nah, just a name on a stone
Heartbroken mum with chills in every bone, sitting alone
Now my thoughts are rambling, living off the risk
Gamble with relationships' a game of hit and miss
Cause I can't picture their intentions
Who's standing in the mist with a shank for my back
Touched every piece of wood so it's not someone from my entourage
Underwood : I'm being frank and clear don't touch my entourage
Else I'm hitting shots at you got extra's like I'm under par
Garage mechanic, put you on your skates
Take your body put it under cars, hit you with a bus
Man I don't panic when I dream about revenge
But in truth I won't back it cause my body mass is lacking
So I'm dodging shots like I'm Neo in the matrix
No fingers on the metal, my bars are nothing special
Cause there's nothing made up when I'm lying on a mattress
Look I'm nothing special just another adolescent
16 years and I never got a blessing
21 years now I'm living in the present
No income still I'm living off my passion
Shoutout everyone who listens to my passion
Family by my side see I love them with a passion
More than 16 bars for people living for their passion
Kill 'em with a passion
Look I'm nothing special just a kiddo with a passion
It's Jules