Finished I Ain't

[INTRO] [Verse 1: Ghostpoet] I want to shout out All those people who left me to mourn Who didn't bite lips yeah I've got scorn KFC bucket-load born in the South but want to get North Now I've got dreams but they're mixed up in the puddles of the mind And I need time: Casio, Seiko, Diesel, whatever It's my United K of Whatever I ain't too clever with this like chips spit whenever the weather Feel much better This spare endeavours got me engrossed like birds of a feather I bought me some leather But I ain't satisfied Life on the gritty side is hard at best I beat on my chest to blow out all the cobwebs im feeling, needing Much more revealing, much more revealing but I ain't finished [Hook: Ghostpoet] I just ain't finished I just ain't finished I got tonnes in my brain I've got to get it out I just ain't finished I just ain't finished I got tonnes in my brain I've got to get it out [Verse 2: Ghostpoet] Scream and shout, shake it all about And when a little nervous I just jiggle it about You know what I'm talking about I won't just shout it out Start talking air like late night telly-shopping Used to think 'Damn I'm nothing' Little Voice dont lose sight Lifes too short just to give up now So I gain upper lit It's the apocolypse of doubting, wallowing and dry-mouth-swallowing And seek some solitude creating a latitude and formed an attitude of 'go go get it' And I won't quit at it Cut me, I bleed right? Hemmorhage try triple nines on traction [?] Please don't think I won't go for my art And ashes in the wind all the way to the stars And over the mountains and over the cars And reincarnate and come back to the start [Hook] [Verse 3: Ghostpoet] What they say and what they done This all looks plain under the sun like These are all the same to me I see untrained history I'm like what they say and what they done This all looks plain under the sun like These are all the same to me Untrained history [Hook] x 2