Feel Inside

I see the devil in my sleep
I thank God for every blessing I receive
A lesson learned is a lesson I can teach
And a winner never won without
A lesson in defeat faith is my drug
And they're tryna give me life
For possession of belief
Look at it, can't see air but it's there
And the fact we breathe's
Enough evidence to me
I used to have a heart of gold until I
Replaced it for a fist full of dollars
Now I know the only benefit is Ps
Living for today, afraid of facing tomorrow
Lying to myself
Saying I've got everything I need
And I used to want a face I could borrow
Cause people used to tell me
Every day about my teeth
Insecure about my smile
So I went and put my money where my mouth is
Now it's evident to see

I'm just a victim of what someone else thinks
I was brainwashed while I was
Watching the world spin
"I would never conform" is what
I used to tell Prince
Now at the world end, this whirlwind
Bells ring
Well my name's set, and I hate when
Bruddas be talking like they know
Me but we ain't friends
Wastemen, they hate me
But if everybody loved me I'd be Raymond
But I'm Justin, clock Samuel
What you think it means? An
Assumption I can't handle
I ain't never ever been the rapper
I was labelled in the Sun
How can I be the artist
That police can't cancel?
When I can literally be saying it's begun
And they instantly think that I'm
Saying it's a gun it's begun, it's a gun
Ain't it a shame what this shit's become?

Now every rapper out wants
To rap about trapping, well
I was trapping when I used
To hang around Aaron
But I ain't jumping on the
"every rapper out" wagon my brudda
I'll still be killing it when
That is out of fashion
Look how many eras I've survived
And I've been doubted from
The second I arrived, never mind
Let's talk about the comparisons
The people they compare me to
Without buying my albums
The only thing they hear me do is
Freestyles, but meanwhile
The jury's out, I'm still being trialed
They wanna judge me because I
Stand in the stock
It's like people criticising a
Film they haven't watched
Watch this, Ghetts this and Ghetts that
But you'll never get shit when Ghetts raps
On my microphone tekkers, boy
You ain't never have an open mind
Unless I cock the TEC back
Bang! And all I want is next year
Is these words not to fall upon deaf ears
Anyway, that's enough about the industry
Let's talk about the man behind the music
The sidekick, the man behind the Movement
Two years silent, analysing the blueprint
And now I'm back from my sabbatical
You be acting like a
Break ain't understandable
Years in the game, it made me a cannibal
There's rules to this shit but
I ain't read the manual
I would've done so many things differently
Now every move I make's extremely tactical

I think out the box
While I'm lighting up something that'll
Stink out the block
Reminiscing - different day, same shit
Repetition - it's a shame, ain't it?
Recognition, deep spitters remain nameless
Every listen, these lyrics evade basic
Men and women
The sample told me I should tell
You how I feel inside
So for the last three minutes or so
I just let my guard down to tell
The world what I'm feeling like
You don't feel me, why? GH