Old friends never get blocked. Cleared up like my sinus
Hate the sin, not the sinnner - I say we put that behind us
I call myself King but I'm not faking like I'm Midas
I'm just trying to stay positive with my life in the minus
Cos I can't see the sense in us having these skills
If we're still finding trouble tryna tackle these bills
Like we're hoping for a windfall as if gravity's ill
Trying to stack my cash fat with no animals killed
-- but life ain't a bitch
Life is walking on a path from one side of the abyss
To the next. Don't get all caught up in the twists
Just build a better this for as long as this exists
And this is, the changing of the temperature
December being planned with cold hands on instant messenger
Severing the ties from idle lies and several pessimists
New phone, same number, and I ain't effing heard from ya

Old friends get brought up, often, whenever we see 'em
Emotional outbursts got these feelings all leaking
Current friends get in touch, like "what we doing this weekend?"
I'm just working my shifts and just trying be decent
Cos I can't move past it if I'm stuck in the past still
I'm done drinking poison and hoping that man's ill
Believe they don't see me like the end of a bad film
I found pleasure in bringing my mind to a stand still
-- so let that sink in
Look at Campaign like what the hell was I thinking?
Realise that the thought is not an option but a happening
Detachment from the self is not an illness, or just passiveness
In practice it's the manifest of what the pattern means
The reason that we breed - the reason that we dream
The reason for the salmon's constant battle up the stream
Cos the pattern must repeat, the pattern must repeat
And it does

Did you work this hard to stay the same?
When you see your friends they tell you that changed
You changed
So did they