Growin up in the recesession
Depression , need to get out, about
From this hell hole of a house, get to the bus
Whats the fuss, stock markets crash, bash, lets go trash,
Wool worths but it aint there no more, so,
no-one cares, no body aware, the price of a bus fair,
it’s a disgrace. A change race, collect it in jars,
end of the days its going to bars, cars,
to far, for me to travel on foot, but,
don’t think I guna let it slip by,
diss the government till Gordon brown cries, tries to shut me down,
until he relises with a frown, he wont get the public vote,
jus like the words I rote, im teling life seriously, needs to change, exchange,
pounds for euro’s, its not over the work of the war heros, no respect,
dead if one bullet connects, they try to protest in our streets, that will cause heat,
I wont let that go by, even if they try,
Into town by now, See a couple row, cow
She must of cheated, if that was chris brown she would of got beated, miss treated,
It just aint fair, he musn’t care, bare,
The lies iv told, controlled is my rhymes, times are pretty touch, enough
To make a business man weep, not sleep
But can afford his designer suit, then complain about no change to boot, loot
The shops for all the money, funny no police to see, be
Quick run from the scene, maybe if you get nicked its just a long dream,
Don’t stay as a team, news always freakin me out,
Trying to freak us out, sine flu, bird flu, terrorist and more,
Starting to sound like a bore, I know, we’l b dead in ten years,
chears same story sinces 1976, bits of this wont get played, betrayed
by media companies, always hateing on me, free
is all I want to be.
Depression , need to get out, about
From this hell hole of a house, get to the bus
Whats the fuss, stock markets crash, bash, lets go trash,
Wool worths but it aint there no more, so,
no-one cares, no body aware, the price of a bus fair,
it’s a disgrace. A change race, collect it in jars,
end of the days its going to bars, cars,
to far, for me to travel on foot, but,
don’t think I guna let it slip by,
diss the government till Gordon brown cries, tries to shut me down,
until he relises with a frown, he wont get the public vote,
jus like the words I rote, im teling life seriously, needs to change, exchange,
pounds for euro’s, its not over the work of the war heros, no respect,
dead if one bullet connects, they try to protest in our streets, that will cause heat,
I wont let that go by, even if they try,
Into town by now, See a couple row, cow
She must of cheated, if that was chris brown she would of got beated, miss treated,
It just aint fair, he musn’t care, bare,
The lies iv told, controlled is my rhymes, times are pretty touch, enough
To make a business man weep, not sleep
But can afford his designer suit, then complain about no change to boot, loot
The shops for all the money, funny no police to see, be
Quick run from the scene, maybe if you get nicked its just a long dream,
Don’t stay as a team, news always freakin me out,
Trying to freak us out, sine flu, bird flu, terrorist and more,
Starting to sound like a bore, I know, we’l b dead in ten years,
chears same story sinces 1976, bits of this wont get played, betrayed
by media companies, always hateing on me, free
is all I want to be.