…Kid we been around for ages
We've been through different styles and phases
Fiddled round with riddles, sounds and phrases
Been ripping out some pages
Been to distant towns and cities, from ripping crowds on stages
To saving pennies for equipment with our lousy wages
The way we live is now courageous‘Cause who really does it?
Makes music, stays futureless, f**k it?
We've got no food in the stomach
But couldn't care about the fools at the summit
We do this for our myspace friends
The folks that hope that we might change trends
We Young, annoyed, hungry, unemployed
We just wanna rock a show and hope that everyone enjoyed
The mic's a one inch void away from my lip
So, drop the beat so I can bust my shit…I'm a spit it out, bottom to the top
Whether the crowd wanna get up, get out, follow me or not
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Fed up of trying to lead a better life dog
What a fella gotta do to get a tight job?
Beg in order to get a bit of cheddar like bob?
And scheme on whoever's bit of bread I might rob?
Get it right, I use my little head and fight hard
But hell is always round the corner where the weather's like fog
I don't wanna study, be a clever white slob
I wanna write songs, life won't spare the right cards
Where the mic y'all?
cause my pen is solid
I made many songs with the money in my petty wallet!
I made an album, plenty love it and plenty want it
But I don't anyone that's ready to spend a damn penny on it
Gulping alchohol, withholding pressure
Homies tell me hold your head up, I can barely hold together
Holding my hands out for scraps like your local beggar
I'm broke, I'm fed up and my shitty goals are pretty hopeless fella
Family likes to make me feel like a failure
But I believe in what I do so f**k you and what they tell ya
Lonely with a walkman on, walking around
Talking to myself, feeling lost in the sound life brings me down, in dreams of sound
