It's often said that there are levels to this game/ and there were medals to my name but then as shepherd woke a devil from the flames/ Bringing levels to my pain, sentence 8 years/ In my mental state prison, never safe here/ I don't hire private jets I'm on a higher plane/ So money don't impress me much to quote Shania Twain/ My only wish is to find the inner peace that/ don't exist in the loneliness of coke and opiates/ The pursuit of solid gold is a hollow goal/ For we all rot inside the same plot of stone/ I refused to stay working as a chained servant/ My mission is to chase purpose that I've found in Steph/ One beautiful woman is worth a thousand skets/ I found the best drug inside her heart Which is a Bounty chest/ She helped me see I’ve drowned my sorrows in a clouded mess/ On voluntary house arrest when downing bevs without my friends/ But I'm guessing there's a lesson from this shit/ Like I’m glad I’m didn’t get on methamphetamine and split/ From my family, like friends who used to live/ In our upper middle area and played cricket there when we were kids/ It’s getting pretty heavy when I realise/ I became the very person that I used fear by/ Mixing binge drinking and mental illness, I theorised/ Jumping off the fucking Bolte Bridge - but I’m still alive/ My writing's therapy first, it helps to build the fire/ That was once extinguished by the blankets of the ill advisors/ In spite of any philistine, I will survive/ Because I’ve learned that every cloud has got a silver lining/ So James is still the writer.

I only have to glance in the mirror I only have to glance in the mirror I only have to glance in the mirror to summon the dead/ Necromancers scavenge for the blood that I let/ I only have to glance in the mirror to summon the dead/ Necromancers scavenge for the blood that I let/ I'm unrelenting in my hunger for flesh/ But the monsters under my bed are still softly touching my legs/ So what's the point of rhyming in a world financial crisis/ When the markets' uninspiring?/ My substance isn’t monetised/ Rap’s climate changed so my diamonds stay undermined/ My double meanings can summon creatures/ Vocal loops are fire bring the motorbikes and crusty demons/ Lotta rappers say they're clapping nines and pumping heaters/ But what they're packing's fake like Calvin Kleins on Justin Bieber/ Don't get lured by their hype factor/ In their rhyme pads there nothing is there like Canberra!/ More biting than Byzantium/ I highlander haircuts - Yolandi from Die Antwoord!/ This vet don't work with the animals here/ Its solely taxidermy I’ve performed in my rapping career/ Because the value of my best verse/ Exceeds the net worth of the Australian rap network/ Uncover hatred I’ll suffocate you with jumper cables/ ‘til your lungs are vapour, then cut your brains out with rusted scalpels!/ Mother Nature aborted the son of Satan/ I spawned as the fallen angel, not born of a fornication!/ I never returned the call of heaven/ 7 days deleted the voicemail forgotten message!/ They’re bringing 16s and 32s bout all their weapons/ I am spitting 12 gauges 22s and 47s/ The precision of my rifle power/ Could’ve singled Dwight Eisenhower from the Eiffel Tower!/ I am driven by a higher power/ Living in a silo, sitting quiet while the choir's shouting!/ So I scream alone on silent hill My dreams are drowned in crying shrills Repeating scenes from violent films/ (I am the one) Who'll perfect acquired skills And take them higher, STILL/ A hired shill, inclined to kill, I’ll die at will/ The suicidal pilot, I am flying to my final kill/ The writing in my rhyme book will incite a chilling riot/ Inked papyrus lit alight it’s not a fire drill!/ It’s not a fire drill This is not a fire drill Modern rap got me losing my faith And you are not my family so I don't care if you can relate It’s not a fire drill This is not a fire drill Pop culture got me losing my faith and And you are not my family so I don't care if you can relate James is Haunted 2020 James is Haunted James is Haunted And you are not my family so I don't care if you can relate