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the big english - giants on the shoulders of lyrics

never been one to be filled with a rage
i’d rather leave that to those who page
and pave their way to make it to a stage
i’m the one who’s rode the wave

a new age, new day, new players to play
the game, but the same, same old lanes
storylines cease and change, but never fade
you can’t end here, can’t fade away

it’s hard whеn you make an image of yourself and strivе
to perfect it
when you carve it into stone with a hammer and chisel
you etch it
into your soul and it becomes part of yourself that
can’t be separate
believe me if i had my psychological state before me
i’d dissect it

just when i had the swagger and all the world within my
grasp
suddenly i’m struck from up above, stumble, gasp
flounder for air because i’m drowning, in the sea i’ve
been cast
with gift comes responsibility and so don’t be surprised
if this is my last
depression’s a k!ller, it comes in the night
latches on to your mind and sucks it dry, hangs on tight
you’re dead, you’re done, dark is light
light is dark and hope is out of sight

you hide behind a smile because that’s what the world
expects from a man of your calibre but the calibre’s
the k!ller, the higher the quality, the further iller
you fall, challenger, i can deal with challenge because
the alternative is that i don’t, and if i don’t then
everything collapses, hope isn’t a factor, it’s rote
learning, earning bits of happiness and hoping that’s
enough to get past it all, laughable, if it wasn’t
reality, every waking moment, insanity, shaking burnout
burnt out constantly, short square fingers stuffing
pipes in dingy alleyways, and by the way, i’m insane
pleasure to meet you, as they say, there’s a fine
line between g+nius and insanity, and as i added in
addendum, it’s my job to walk that line, okay, the line
has been toed like a balancing act on a tightrope over
a six foot drop but i’m walking on the ground, twelve foot
from the top of my head to the bottom of the hole in
which i’ll drop if i stop holding on to what i have but
what i haven’t got will drag me down beneath the waves
away from all that keeps me alive, stop
take a trip down memory lane and see the songs that
brought me fame, the first of which i made in one day
and remains the epitome of my rapping name, the rest
i slaved away at over weeks, en garde was but a game
i wistfully say, but it was fun to play, just the same

as everything else in this painful world and i’ve hurled
myself into the whirl of my own mind and i can’t seem to
find the answers on when it ends i’m sent back and forth
between absolute emotional apathy and hyperactive depression and anxiety and insecurity and it’s gotten to the point where i’ve realised it’s not me but it’s the broken system that we inhabit where the epidemic of workload influx is only outpaced by the expectations of those who set the standards and that bar is raised by every passing year because the giants are standing on the shoulders of the giants who came before them and i apologise to the future generations who come after me because i’m a giant in my own right and i’m taking that bar to new heights when i manage to scr+pe together the effort to cobble together my linguistical abilities, of which there is an inundation waiting in reserve for me to pull out and use cause when i put pen to paper, or in most cases finger to key, then the work that i can produce is beyond the comprehension of mortal souls, like conrad and marlow, my work is not for the faint of heart or weak of eyes or deficient of mind, my work is the enlightenment, it is the work that has been produced and shaped by the literary greats of humanity’s past, i draw my inspiration from the works of the men who have mastered the prose of language like i myself have done now, i am a god, surpassed the bounds of physicality and this universe will bow to me cause the state of my mind is nothing like the likes of those who have come before me and now i truly see what the world is driving the people like me to, we either end up broken or enslaved by the droning of humanity and sadly that’s the gritty reality that we are faced with day in day out while we try to find the uncommon men like ourselves who push through it all with us, like sisyphus and about as much success as you’d expect from those blessed by the gods but beholden to the beckoning requests of humanity, and look at jesus, he was put to death on a cross when he was the saviour of our people we crucified him alongside common thieves and criminals and if that’s not the perfect example and metaphor for what humanity has come to then i’ll be d+mned, if i wasn’t already by fate, a tortured artist in every single sense of the phrase, i am a god enslaved by the gift of my own mind for the lord giveth and the lord taketh away by the same hand, i am god, i am grand, i am everything i came to be, i’m tbe, i’m british rapping monarchy, monopoly, i’m out of my head, chained, enslaved, beaten to submission, fighting back, free me, i am the one who is the one, i am beyond mortality, i am king, i rule absolutely, bow before insanity, bow before me

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