Nothing Gonna Change

I ain't a pessimist but nothing gonna change
Same shit on repeat, another younger see they day
Another brudda lose his way, a hundred mothers feel the pain
Life must be a game just one I'm struggling to play, check
Stuck in the cycle, spinning your thoughts like hearing a vinyl
Breaking the body but never the soul, ripple to wave to tidal
My survival, no giving up, quitting, I dig and I'm digging,
It's sink in or swim it, you finish your business, deliver them lyrics to kill it is vital
The media forever fearmonger
We need more Faron Alex Paul's in a sheer number
Killing our kin then sitting in prison ain't winning consider a different approach
Give it a go, you're fitting right into the system they chose
Each individual spoke, turning the wheel of the London eye, publicised
The puppets life is witnessed as your sitting in the pub tonight
Cause nothing's gonna change, look at Grenfell
Call it how I see it, stomp my feet upon your eggshells

Nice spliff in my left hand, Guinness in my right hand
Some fool looking for a fight, night night man
How is the world gonna change if individuals
Can't keep shit at a minimal, too cynical
I've been called a thug and a criminal, by muthafuckas
Who prove that their perception is critical End of February 2014 I went on a plane from Shannon to Gatwick
I had to rearrange, in the beginning was strange in a new environment
But I've obtained a name as Lil Nath
And I've gained radio play but will I get more one day?
Plotting manoeuvres gotta be active Monday to Sunday
Make the mind accustomed to being occupied
Too many people pay no attention with their brains fried
Gotta depend on yourself no one really reliant
Gave a lot of people a lot of chances I've been trying

Whole lotta pain that I put up on myself
Only got myself to blame, it don't shame no one else
I been smoking bare weed, pulling kicks off the shelf
Then when the bread got low, I was asking man for help
See that's bummy living, how the fuck does that work
I was thinking dumb brudda, like tryna make the trap work
Realised that my callings ain't the roads or to mash works
If you fucking with my fam, there's a mash up in my hand and I'ma slap first
Like I been in a bando, I know what they look like
I seen bruddas whip it who know what it cooks like
But that's not my angle tryna spy with my good eye
Nearly got sandal'd tryna look live
Sandals I was slipping down slopes with
Sliders and I slip off, family making jokes and I was pissed off
I know I gotta get the belly gone like I'm Rick Ross
But all I need is the lift off