My little story

(Verse 1)

Born ’94 in Newcastle, Geordie boy for life,

Grey skies, Tyne bridge view, growing up in the strife.

Running round the streets, yeah we lived a bit wild,

Nicked cars, bikes flying, just a reckless young child.

Drunk and disorderly nights, blue lights in the rain,

Laughing with the lads but there was stress in my brain.

Haggerston Castle weekends, summer nights on the run,

Different girl every week, thought the chaos was fun.

(Verse 2)

But life hits hard when the body keeps score,

Heart condition since birth, been fighting that war.

Aortic valve trouble, yeah the doctors all know,

Coarctation repairs when I was young and still small.

Now I’m older, hearing fading, aids in my ears,

Trying to catch every word through the noise and the cheers.

Anxiety creeping, agoraphobia tight,

Some days stepping outside feels like losing the fight.

(Verse 3)

Brain bleed scare had me staring at the ceiling at night,

Thinking how quick life can fade out of sight.

Sertraline mornings trying to balance my head,

Mixed anxiety and depression like a storm I’ve been fed.

Still that Geordie lad, same roots, same pride,

Tyne running deep like the fight inside.

From wild young nights to surviving each day,

Still standing here, got something to say.

(Outro)

Yeah I stumbled, yeah I ran a bit loose,

But every scar on my story is a line of the truth.

Newcastle born, that Geordie blood stays,

From the wild Haggerston nights to these calmer days. 🎤🔥