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Filmed, directed & edited by Sutherland. Recorded at The Garage Studios in South Shields with Kyle Martin mixing & mastering. Wrote the night before the studio session. So the writing process, recording, mixing, mastering & the editing begun on the night of the 12th & was ready to upload the morning of the 14th. A brief glimpse of what the past few months have looked like through the eyes of Sutherland. VERSE 1: We just billed-up a big spliff at the 02, 5-star accommodation we resort to. Intercontinental; no longer a hostel, city skyline sitting on penthouse bar stools. Should've known not to roam through the Danger Zone, but had to take a pic of the mural to praise the GOAT. I was in Dam - then back to Paris, travelling Manhattan & Central Park living lavish. Standing where the planes hit the towers and the names of the masses of victims of the crashes remain in power. Some laying flowers, I reminisced with a mellow drag, taking one last glance out the yellow cab. Sit in the middle of Little Italy living free, picking-up a pen for me to focus on delivery. Tryna surge all my thoughts from the imagery, but it's hard to word the things you didn't think you'd live to see. Because I didn't think I'd live to see, used to put up with depression that was killing me. Now it's hard tryna control the will in me, I see a goal & I'm achieving; I'm living free. (x2) They treat this like karaoke night; how many rappers in Newcastle spat in Lowkey's mic? Even shook hands with idols who taught me to write, who told me to fight; when I was in those lonely, cold nights. So I work hard - to perfect my craft, respect the graft; forget your indirect's, that's wack. Never stopping to rest'll be the death of me, & you can catch me outside anywhere that you would never be. I was sick of tight-roping on the breadline, slipping from the spit I was spreading to keep my creps shined. Addictive tendencies; knuckles were dripping red wine, had no luck left so it was hard keeping my head right. Nowadays I seek more positivity; a small circle who thrive on productivity. Tryna surge all my thoughts from the imagery, but it's hard to word the things you didn't think you'd live to see. Because I didn't think I'd live to see, used to put up with depression that was killing me. Now it's hard tryna control the will in me, I see a goal & I'm achieving; I'm living free. (x2)