It goes back, as a matter of fact, to extremely fundamental things

That there is always a curious tie at some point

Between the fall and the creation

Taking this ghastly risk is the condition of there being life

You see, for all, the life is an act of faith and an act of gambling

The moment you take a step, you do so on an act of faith

Because you don't really know that the floor is not going to give under your feet

I might slip, but I just don't stop

I might be sick, but I'll keep stepping till I'm sitting on top

I never trip, I'll just keep on dropping

One day these kicks will make it through, you can't just keep on blocking

Your skills are weak, my power's great, there's no debating

Went off the rails, but I'm still grinding, you're just skating through life

I put the work in, you're just taking pictures, faking for likes

Dear lord, what a sad little life

Ain't got no time for fucking snakes, I can't be watching my back

Keep an eye upon your mates, cause they're the ones setting traps

Fucking leeches always taking in return, giving scraps

I'll be laughing in their faces when I start making racks

Facts, just form my line in time, you'll all get a slap

A bunch of slimy twats, not even worthy of that

Listen, even when I'm getting further forward

I'll always remember the ones that had my back

And that's that