Born For This - Complete

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 corneas 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 beefs

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