Verse 1 Kerr Fuck your popularity, speaking with total clarity The only thing that matters, is peace and solidarity Ive been on a quest, to define my personality Proud of where Im from, but I hold no nationality Drifting in and out of this thing they claims normality Zoning out, Im conscious of fake and whats reality A beautiful mind, and I paint my own gallery Working just to challenge me, pay my own salary Never on the band wagon, or speak to flatter Surround myself with people I trust, that wont scatter With no fear, black, white, brown, irrelevant As long as you like a laugh, and your chats semi intelligent All jokes aside, we proceed with the fresher tone Never went to UNI, but I welcome every fresher home And its ironic, I never stutter when I speak But Im trying to write something, that these kids might repeat Easily influenced, peer pressure got the best of me Running with the older kids, constantly be testing me Street, not Sesame, weak, theres no empathy Where young teen pregnancy, defines their destiny Generally, there only kids, watching Keenan and Kel I dont need to go to School, I watch Saved by The Bell Zack Morris, got me top of my class And I listen to Illmatic, educated by Nas Chorus Michael Sparks Luke Prebble Whoa, Ive never been irrelevant Whoa, And Im more than what you know Whoa, I am the King of my own home Whoa, Yeah Verse 2 Kerr Now I have dreams of living lavish Upbringing was average Money I cant manage Like my mum and dads marriage Causing ultimate damage Smoke it until Im cabbaged Pack up my baggage Then Im out, gone, vanished Every citys got a story to tell But theres a much bigger pond, outside of the Well I swam against the ocean tide And turned that ocean to a river, like the fucking Clyde, where I reside Im unknown, but the king of my own home Been around the map, got proof on my old phone Matured fast, well grown before my years Class my street smarts, Im way beyond my peers But back as a child, I was stupid running wild I was only age 11, when my cousin went to prison Its was a given, no mistake In a cell, by himself He was sent to Bar L Where his swagger soon fell Never on the shelves hell, never been irrelevant Learned from these streets, I was living in my element I pick a brush and start to paint until the canvas full I depict the perfect picture promised from the camera spool Living life with no regrets Got a bunch of dumb arse tattoos a few debts Whos next, get wrecked or get decent Not them their worst shits their most recent Chorus Michael Sparks Luke Prebble Whoa, Ive never been irrelevant Whoa, And Im more than what you know Whoa, I am the King of my own home Whoa, Yeah
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