Now it seems I’ve been young, dug my hole in the groundTo me there’s only up, there ain’t no point in looking downHowever hard I try, I only get weakerSeems my lies and worries got my mind in a sleeper holdWhat you gotta do is never get yourself downBastards do that for you, get you deeper in the groundKeep out of trouble, ain’t no trouble being pureSeems like all you bastards gave me something to ignore nowMove on, forget itNow move on, forget itWhen I first started this rapping shit I felt pressure from hatersBecame invaded with sadists and just developed a hater radarAnd made for the stars, kept my grind in the darkAnd then appeared with a remedy kicking rhymes with a melodyHennesey shots and glocks, all these fools on the blockWho said you gotta be a gangster now to raise to the top?I’m just a normal, casual, usual, everyday type of guyWith my head in the skyEd Sheeran, Urban Angel coming ready to dieSo see the signs, stand to the sideOpen your eyes and take a look and realiseThe resurrection’s arrivedAnd as the mist clears, homie I ariseFrom my tomb in disguiseI’m all alone, AlonestarUrban Angel rising from the ashesSurprising all haters, guiding, advising them all to steady moveNow back up!Move on, forget itNow move on, forget itAll I want in this cold world is to make music and use itNot to abuse it and get affected, infected with the who’s who of musicWho did it, who is it, who’s in it, who ?what the fuck does it matter?Chitter chatter, don’t matter, yidder, yidder, yadderIt don’t matter to meAll I want is a bit of dignity in me to battle this industry freelyTo be me in this seedy, needy world, can you hear me?Yeah, yeah, can you hear me?