If you saw the younger you, what would you say to them? I would say, "Thanks." I would say "Peace" I'd tell "Soon child, you're going to find release" Long time coming to right now Pipe down Lifetime looking for things I thought I found already Falling to the floor like I'm alright I'm steady I send myself back so I can tell me Twenty years deep in the rhymes and beats And I'm still so far from finding peace Every line is a ladder I can climb through time So I walk straight faced through the winding streets I eat the bread of rhythm I drink them milk of rhyme But I've been carrying a bag of shame that's bigger than me Dragging it behind me up an endless staircase Until the day I realised This doesn't mean what I think it does I don't need to carry this forever I left it in the clearing by the firepit and ran Back to the child I was looking for an elder I saw myself there Took myself by the hand When I was young I sought help from my older self I came into my head, I told me know yourself When I was young I sought help from my older self I came into my head, I told me know yourself... I was 17, heaven seemed close enough to touch I had never been happier Chest against the barrier watching Wu Tang My own character starting to bloom I was learning how to capture a room in two phrases 20 years deep in the rhymes and beats Close my eyes and speak Down the wires of time I go back to the child I was When I put myself on the line I had to beg for the mic I had to deal with the ignorance I had to get better I wanted bigger things These days those days are far away I try and catch them in my sights, but they start to fade Now I sit amongst crate loads of rhyme books And I think about the old days that the time took I thank the little me that put the work in, like - Could you picture me when you were spitting sixteens? Surfing the top deck - Penning them bars Underage in the clubs taking charge of the mic? Precocious little nothing with the world in your sights - I am on it now. I will Work harder, this is peace to the kid I came after (Peace to the kid I came after) The words are the bridge between the present and the past I know myself at last When I was young I sought help from my older self I came into my head, I told me know yourself When I was young I sought help from my older self I came into my head, I told me know yourself Know yourself Know yourself Soon child you're going to find release (Soon child you're going to find release)