I've never seen, such a beautiful thing-/
Lookin' into the crowd, a full house, while I'm doin' my thing-/
I've never seen such a wonderful sight, like/
Lookin' out, over the ocean on a summery night, ayo/
It's Cortext, up on the mic-/
Breaking new boundries, like the Wright, brothers to flight-/
And I, got nothing but the love in my life-/
And feel famous I'll never change up or go, under the knife-/
I'm one of a kind, I never wanted nothing but mine-/
I started with nothing and heard that I had nothing but time-/
So I, got on the grind, made something of mine-/
And now my soul's on glow, brother cover your eyes-/
I wasn't surprised, I watched the demise-/
Of many of the most, confident guys, who had their shot at the prize-/
But it wasn't a matter of getting the confidence vote-/
But a matter of giving back, when they got what they hoped-/
I'm wanting to o-pen doors never switchin' on my scene-/
You giving the kids, crack, we giving 'em ice cream-/
You giving them pipe dreams, we giving them hope-/
We ain't trying to give them a ride, we give them a rope-/
To find there own, path in the rock, to climb to the top-/
Hip hop, is the rope, ladder that our fore-fathers have dropped-/
But ain't no safety net provided to stop-/
Death, it's certain survival is not, like it or not-/

I'ma do it for us all, family, friends-/
All my brothers in the struggle know the love will never end-/
Yeah I do it for us all, my mum and my grandma-/
And my fam, in the islands, gotta send love-/
-For us all, trying to put, on-/
Throw the D's up, gotta put my neighbourhood on yiah-/
-Y'all made me this strong-/
Coz you gave me this love, ain't no breaking this bond-//

All my fam, in the D, yeah you know what it is-/
That's the friends that were there, when you grow from a kid-/
We've come so far, pissed up in pubs and parks-/
From a scratched up bike, to a busted car-/
From a chicken scratch pad with some busted up bars-/
To a beat like this, don't it fuckin' sound large-/
DS Fam, we the underground squad-/
We some fuckin' hound dogs, and we comin' out, chargin'-/
The gates, like a battering ram, and with a damaging/
Attack plan, handling the battle at hand-/
And we gon', tackle the land, like a travelling band-/
And milk, it for what it's worth, like a mammory gland-/
But still, chillin' in the turf, Scotsdale to Morgan-/
Or McKail to York or Armadale to Clarkson-/
Westside of the map, best times that i've had-/
In my life and they're written here, right in the sand-//


And to the /Family I never met, to those I've never had the/
Pleasure yet, our time will come, better bet on that-/
-And dad, your blood is mine coz I was spawned from that-/
So why's it feeling kinda foreign when I call you that-/
-I know your good at heart, and where your core is at/
But now I'm 23 I've lived a life and you missed all of that-/
-I think we spoke, on the phone, brief in '03/
I would have just, started penning flowed speech, on note, sheets-/
-And now we're making magic, without no lame intentions-/
-I'm trying to make a difference, so if you maybe hear this/
Track then check the net or pick a phone up and dial-/
-Even if for nothing but to let me know you're alive-/
-Coz through the torment and trials, broken promises and/
All the denials, to spending all them nights alone in the wild-/
I'm holding a smile, envisaging visions of where I'm going-/
-Crystally clear and knowing the minute the curtains open//