Reality

Five years on, dunno what I'll be doing

Got the cheques and shit and I'm still winning

Check my status, came from nothing

Used to be bad and a bully like my surname's Witt and my first name's James

It's a shot in the dark, I'm gonna make my mark

Be the best I can, make the most of life

Spit till I'm dead, that's a promise

Being honest, I'll wanna get paid

Get away from these ends

Where a man gets shanked every two minutes

Shots ring out in the news everyday

Criminals, war crimes, shootings, stabbings