Born For This

I'm pretty sure I was born for this I remember my future was torn to bits When I was fourteen, it was unfortunate Sittin' with my Grandma in the morning mist And I was talkin' as normal, then paused for to think 'Cause it felt like my thoughts had an awkward glitch Cup of tea in my hand, and I saw it tip Then it just smashed in flash, and I collapsed to the floor with it I felt more than sick I hear my Nan scream out for some water, quick! She sorta picks me up and she caught the drift I was stugglin' to breath, I believed that an organ ripped Then I form a twitch Body shakin' like it's maybe an enormous fit Granddad runs out and of course, assists Lifts me up by my arm and he gives me support on his Then the trauma hits My corny ears are pouring drips Just a kid that has broken his mind I don't know what the sign of a mental disorder is I see the worry on my Granddad's face as he gives me a hug And of course a kiss Then me and Nanny went to walk out the door for the hospital ward But before we did, he said "No matter what happens Together we'll get through it and I'll see you soon," Now me and Nanny are speedin' through traffic And I'm handed a phone that I speak into So at least he knew I say, "Hi Mum I love you and I think that I'm gonna die, Mum I don't wanna die young I'm so sorry for everything I've done, bye Mum!" I stumble towards the emergency desk I'm the person the nurse'll see next Because I think that I'm havin' a heart attack Can you please help me? If not then I'm certainly dead I'm not sure that you've heard me I bet you've ignored every word that we said Why did you give me a bag, what's a panic attack? And then that's when they told me to work on deep breaths They observed, we were stressed Lucky for us, not long after there were some free beds I assumed it was surgery next But instead all they did was just served me some meds I wake up back at home And I hope it was all just a dream that occurred in my head So I walk to my mums room and ask, "Was it real?" And she replies nervously, "Yes." Shit! That's the moment my life changed That's the moment I find strange That's the moment the psychs came Poking, poking inside my emotions and my brain Every time I focused my mind strained Eyes ain't openin', hope it's a migraine Hopin' the bloke in the sky may show me the right way Hopin' I'm noticed when I pray But I'm alone on a Friday Writin' rhymes to cope when the light fades I'm alive 'cause a two dollar mic Let me do what I like with the poetry I made I was a stoner Smoking some high grade dope in the ninth grade Tokin' a pipe blazed Then I faced a mental breakdown The pencil came out and I wrote to survive, mate Fuck yeah! I would practice for weeks On my own writing raps Whilst I was snatching some beats I was battling heaps on the Internet Think that's the closest I got to relaxin' in peace I was trapped in some beats Cracks in my teeth from the times I was bashed in the streets But when Ash had his accident That's when I looked at my life and what matters to me So my passion increased No more distractions There's tracks that I have to release Though my panic was keepin' me stressed When I stepped on the stage I just snap from it's leash And that was my niche I managed to squeeze my emotions and capture the leaks Just to paint you a picture of pain With a mixture of makin' it back to my feet Complete This is life in my shoes At nineteen I was kinda confused I had a bit of a nasty breakup I'd started to take drugs and relied on the booze Every night it was used And when there was no reason I'd find an excuse Had to make a decision, to get sober or die So I decided to choose For my fam, for my friends, for the fans For my girl, for myself, for this pen in my hand That I've held through the hell When my health has been seldom When sheldon has fell But it tempts me to stand When my life isn't splendid and grand I know with the mic I can mend and expand I'm planning to vent through these sentences I will express what I like 'til I'm censored and banned Yeah! Through the pain and the hard knocks And the mics on to the day that my heart stops I'm devoted to music and I can't let my future be dark Or the same as my past was 'Til they put me in a grave with my arms crossed I'ma top charts in this game I'm a part of And I ain't playin' by Australian rules But I've explained to these fools that I'll be makin' my mark - watch! Can't swap the coordinates I've gotta find my way and ignore the twists With my heart on my sleeve when recording hits And keep pouring it out for the audience! Sitting with my Grandma in the morning mist I'm twenty-four and I feel pretty fortunate As I step to the mic and it's torn to bits I'm pretty sure I was born for this