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[Intro:]

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Bru-c

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One take

Yeah

[Verse 1:]

See you could be in the wrong place at the wrong time

And get your throat slit with a long knife

Its a crazy world full up of gob shites and wrong rights

Seems like a long life

Trapped inside my mortal frame

Wondering if when my bodies rotting will my thoughts remain

But who cares?

[Verse 2:]

Grab your toast and teeth, throw on your best shirt

Step into your 9 - 5 so you can get your rents worth

Paint the streets brown and white so you can get that fresh Merc

But is the money worth ruling your whole like if you get merked

They say life's a bitch so it will get chirps

Approach it with a cheeky smile some, flowers and a fresh shirt

Convinced that you're the man about the land and you'll impress her

If you really believe in what you preach then you will get hurt

Not tryna live my life asking myself why I didn't go for it

Would you rather be working for the business or be owning it?

[Verse 3:]

Feels like its about time I started focusing been here 23 years

Feels like I ain't got shit to show for it, except

Tie dies, a wild mind and some fresh kicks

Most days seem to be dead shit

Can't seem to capture the best bit

Say usually on the depressed tip

Feel like I deserve more

I'm tryna elevate the lift stuck on the first floor

Of this, six billion story tower of life

Where some will, rise to the top

And some will cower and die

Walk in the footsteps of the devil

Or in the shadow of Christ

Or make your, own path to follow and allow all the hype

[Verse 4:]

Power of mind is essential

Express my thoughts on instrumentals

Stabbing through my own heart with a pencil

The beat matches the blood pulse in my temple

We go together like cats drinking kestrel

Like bad teeth to a dental practice

Ahead of rapping I'm levels passing

Try and test my language

Your getting flattened like you stepped in traffic

Still I came off the beef like leather jackets

'nuff man got a chip upon the shoulder but they never back it

[Verse 5:]

Heh, it's that boy from the little town

Man used to take me for a clown but they listen now

I'm gonna bring it to the boil while you simmer down

Catch me in the studio developing a bigger sound

Chillin' with the clouds

I'm gradually lifting

I've been grafting and spitting

No relaxing or chilling

And if they say that sleep is the cousin of death

Being alive must be the cousin of actually living

[Verse 6:]

Fam, it's madness in Britain

They push web pages to our eyes

And now the media is making the divide

And there's invisible planes leaving trails in the sky

And where the homeless take shelter they

Replace the floor with spikes

What the fuck's the world coming to?

Blatantly a mockery

2015, still over half the world's in poverty

And the only thing that people prey for, is the lottery

Imagine spending that cash on building something quality

[Verse 7:]

And at school they try and treat you like a div

They only teach you how to work

Nah they don't teach you how to live

They don't teach you no respect

And they don't teach you how to give

They teach you how to get a job become a slave

And then they kick you out

Leaving misbehavior's and slower students to live and die

Get a job, hit the catch

Sell a [?], Flip a [?]

Work a job you fucking hate or end up feeling prison bound

Shit, the way were forced to live has got me feeling down

But still I do what I gotta do

[Verse 8:]

Gotta live my life to the fullest Imma pop the roof

There's no hope, I don't vote, and I don't watch the news

Even if I tried to make a difference it would not improve

How selfish is that

I see my ignorance as bliss

Don't get it twisted

I'm a hypocrite not an idiot

A hypocrite, all alone with my views

Looking, or the mother fucker that moans

Still I do nothing

[Outro:]

That nice yeah?