(ExP) 
I was...thinking of quitting but decided just to chill a bit/ 
Married, pushing 30, got a house but I am still a kid/ 
Prefer to stay up late and wake up late, smoke a spliff and drink/ 
The grown up knows I shouldn't and should use some chuffin' discipline/ 
Not much point to life if you're not livin’ it/ 
But not much point burning for half as long, cos your light was twice as brilliant/ 
Too old to be doin' well for my age/ 
Too young to be giving up anything at this stage/ 
I just get rid of it/ 
Inconveniences and time wasters that thrive making my life basically 5 eighths of it nice/ 
The rest is admin…
patience in line…
waiting for my opportunity to break out and find the sun rays and the shine/ 
Sittin' in nice environments/ 
Sipping a pint of Heineken/ 
Isn't this nice, I'm finding life isn't a grind I'm smiling and/ 
I've risen from schneidy mindlessness/ 
Hatin' what I don't like/ 
Enjoy what I do/ 
Ignore the rest, if you don't mind/ 
Forget your head, clear your diary of negativity/ 
Others seem to travel faster, that’s the theory of relativity/ 
All this pessimism seems like you’re trailing and beat/ 
But you’ve gotta fail to succeed or you’ll fail to succeed// 

(Addverse) 
Now trust me I can tell what you're thinking cos I've been thinking it/ 
Yeah, rap sank but I swam from that sinking ship/ 
And brought a little bit back from the boat/ 
To plant the seed in the hope that it grows/ 
And takes hold, so the scene can evolve/ 
And in itself reap the benefit/ 
Rappers sacrificing themselves in attempt to sell a hit/ 
But still I keep it relevant if anything, and/ 
I never sell out cos that's never been a part of my plan/ 
I remember why I started as an artist in my heart it is cathartic/ 
Doesn't matter what position I am charted/ 
If the mainstream's pop, then the stream remains retarded/ 
In a stagnant cess pool of name-any-artist/ 
So I lose faith, switch off, two faced hip-hop has left me with a sour taste/ 
Listen and allow my grapes to grace the taste buds of anybody listening/ 
I'm tryna find a balance to stop me from falling in again// 

(JND) 
ExP was thinking of quitting, I was thinkin’ of quitting too/ 
Forget rap, and watch the telly in the sitting room/ 
But sometimes, all you need is a break/ 
Appreciate what you’re missing, no more beats on the brain/ 
No more crate diggin’, leave the domain/ 
You want the reasons explained, it’s never easy, life can creep in the way/ 
Before you know it, many seasons have changed/ 
Now you’re feeble and grey, 50 years for a measly wage/ 
Just enough to cover feed and ya stay/ 
But you’ll never own the house that you sleep in and/ 
Really if you feel what I say, peace to you, you know what’s eating my brain/ 
Not the booze, speed, weed or cocaine/ 
It’s my moods, needs, greed and the pain/ 
That you feel tryna keep it contained/ 
Fill the pages, all my demons within reach of my scheme to retain/ 
Some sanity, releasing my strain, cos it’s a balance that can easily sway // 
You what...?