What I'm Learning Lyrics

I see what you don't see in the light of these streets

If not then why do I speak no games if you knowing me

From the heart of these streets I choose to stand where I be

Not for any other reason but the trapped and the weak

Sometimes I wake from my sleep and wonder if ima be

Actually living what I'm claiming trust in me see

Spend sufficient time and diligently polish my piece

Once upon a time he had a dream that set him free

Kicking the ball at half past eight and

Waking up all the next door neighbours

Little did they know that would send him

Straight to the fucking hammers Westham

Straight to the fucking hammers

The people taking him back and forth

That love has no standards

Yeah, yeah while I fly away fathomless in my

Brain on how it got this way

I appreciate the efforts made and never late

Somehow always managed to maintain a better state

Nostalgic thoughts from back in the day

That most of us boys still feel today

It will come just a matter of wait

PTS or a filtering brain

Nostalgic thoughts from back in the day

That most of us boys still feel today

It will come just a matter of wait

PTS or a filtering brain

It wasn't meant to be even though he travelled seas

Broke the ankle missed the ample chances of what could have been

The questioned mystery how could this become of me

Even back in Perth they thought that one day he would reach his dream

But what would a teen know about the cycle of growth

It must be stressed even torn down to even want to start to build more

How my dreams changed up after studying more

Take a big breathe Rhys this the start of evolve

Hard work beats talent when the talent is short

My motivation kept safely in a cellular form

To taste a great victory is something that I am sure

Will come to any man or woman seeking authentic remorse

And the chances of needing more in this life is a certainty

So I practice not seeking more, unless

It's some wisdom for potential and growth

Replace fear with empathy and bias to hope

Every man claiming king is a soul that needs love

Not a fake piss in pocket but a genuine love

That I've seen even in the deepest darkest of paths

For our sins are vanished real cleanse of the heart.

Nostalgic thoughts from back in the day

That most of us boys still feel today

It will come just a matter of wait

PTS or a filtering brain

Nostalgic thoughts from back in the day

That most of us boys still feel today

It will come just a matter of wait

PTS or a filtering brain

Nostalgic thoughts from back in the day

That most of us boys still feel today

It will come just a matter of wait

PTS or a filtering brain

Nostalgic thoughts from back in the day

That most of us boys still feel today

It will come just a matter of wait

PTS or a filtering brain