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Yo turn over the front page, overwhelmed with rage, ma life’s a book//
Destitute no loot, pulled into this life like I was a fish on a hook//
Life’s about decision, I didn’t have a choice, ma life was written//
You don’t believe me? Then listen to the words I’m spittin//
Ha, the highlights uh living, makin money and pillin//
Dirty finger nails, I reach in ma pocket, but nothings coming out//
Working 24/7, livin by the words sent from heaven, no doubt//
I was so confused as we entered the millennium//
Close friends, I was losin ‘em, workin, earnin tha minimum//
Fucked up, left for dead, head spinnin, too much adrenalin//
Living here in towers all I’m seeing is domestic violence//
Ma friends girl came to me for help but I remained silent//
Suicide thoughts to, if you’d witnessed the sh-- I’d been through//
But what could I do? Trade places with me so I could be you?//
All you ever do is differentiate whilst calling me mate//
Eyes dilute, stares tha shoot, apology to late, for the outcome you gotta wait//
I live for today thas the killer in me slash Kid Esco MC//
Gained no grades, so what the hell, I don’t care what I’m gon’ be//
Model dater hell naw, I jus wanna get mad paper//
But how can I when I surrounded by mad dudes from Jamaica//
If I try to pull a move ha, they wouldn’t think twice about puttin me in a box//
But they aint tha only Id-oits with deadly props//
Living by schemes and dreaming to be free//
But I know this ain’t right G//
This whole lifestyle is too hard to measure//
Tower blocks are in infernos from which I’m under pressure//
But all tha poor are loosing this war cos they got beef on the street//
Life ain’t gon change till we under 6ft//
But for real I’m uh try to fulfil ma dreams!//
But we could have all the chips, be us poor or rich//
We’d still be someones bitch endin’ up with sh--//
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