 Walk out my front door,
What do I see?
Another little yout on the street shotting weed.
Won’t be too long before that youth’s shotting smack,
Selling heroin to his brethrens and that,
Making fast cash,
Thinking he’s going places,
And he will be straight after the court cases.
He thought the streets would bring him glamour and fame,
But now he’s locked up and no one remembers his name.
Cos you know it’s so rotten just how easily people are forgotten,
One minute, you’re heading for the top and don’t ever look like stopping,
Then suddenly you find yourself right back at the bottom.
That’s life tho.
And so’s getting cut with a knife, so
Watch your step if you don’t want to get blood on your Nikes, bro,
Cos these streets will have you up just when you least expect it.
You say you don’t fear death, but you know you respect it
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I’ve seen my best friends cry,
I’ve seen my best friends die,
I’ve heard my best friends lie, about how they’re doing fine.
I’ve had so many best friends in my time.
And most of them I’ve lost to brown smoke and white lines.
I ain’t no stranger to drugs, I’ve had my fair share,
Had my head up in the clouds like f*****g Care Bears
Chatting all that rare tare tare
I’m just experimenting… MDMA, LSD, amphetamines
And all the rest of that s**t that goes with it,
Why is it everyone who does drugs thinks they know everything there is to know about life already?
Just by sitting on their settee,
Doing drugs in front of the telly,
Thinking they’re heavy,
Cos they live their lives like that.
High on crack.
What sort of ******* life is that?
What ever happened to your dreams and aspirations, blood,
Now the highlight of your day is masturbation blood
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You’ll only end up in the gutter,
If you live your life on the curb,
Or if you choose to take it one step further than the herb.
Ain’t getting worse,
It’s always been like this,
Life’s a game of give and take and people take the right p**s.
Seen the most self righteous of man fall off the wagon,
And start chasing the dragon.
And it’s funny how, now, they’re the ones with the problem,
Look how much they’re big f****n’ mouths have gone and cost them.
Used to be the type that looked down on man
Now they’re inhaling toxins through a biro and,
It’s ironic don’t you think, that five years back the same cats who are now on crack,
Didn’t even used to drink now they’re the missing links,
In a world of wasted talent,
They could have been great, now they’re just making up the balance.
Musicians, artists, writers, authors,
Gymnasts, athletes, footballers.
Bare peeps I used to know,
Who could have turned pro,
Now the only game they play is the one on road.
Whether it be drug pushing, shoplifting or prostitution.
Some sort of institution,
Seems like the only solution.
Stop the manor looking like some kinda Mardi gradi
Skank whores on the corner asking if you want a party.
It’s nasty,
Driving through the ends is like safari.
Don’t get out your car unless you want crack and kamikaze.
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And that’s the way of it.
Man’s going AWOL.
Missing links.
Making life unstable.
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