VERSE 1:
I say fuck you all, and mean it from the bottom of my heart/
it's hard for me to be anything other than arrogant, in the past/
i've been cast out, how the fuck did you start out/
I was born on a South London estate, don't fucking ask how/
I can be so cocky with my new shit, thinking i'm a rude prick/
I grew up with no choice, get involved and do shit/
born without a penny, Mum smoking the electric/
old man in Prison, living in a squat. Yeah I accept it/
I was spoilt as a kid, had an Aunt and Nan/
So spoilt, I guess I made myself homeless at 15! You can/
lie to the world, but can't lie to yourself/
I was so spoilt as kid, 'cos I spoilt myself/
so spoilt by 16, I was in a hospital bed/
tubes down my fucking throat, wishing I was dead/
so fuck you in your arse hole, call me a fucking arse hole/
I am a fucking arse hole, but i'll have the last laugh though/
VERSE 2:
You do what you know best, until you know better/
so I was on them fucking roads, what ever the fucking weather/
slept in the fucking frost, another youth lost/
gotta get this fucking money, at whatever the cost/
drunk straight for 5 years flat, liver screaming/
trying to mask this depression, drinking 'till i'm heaving/
yeah i'm sick, and you ain't fucking heard the last of it/
2nd mix-tape, you don't even know the half of it/
The only person who ever truly understood was an alcoholic/
Who died September the 11th, I swear man could vomit/
a 100 bars of sickness about how this makes me feel/
I could tare down 2 towers and see a 100 men killed/
just to let the man know, i'm doing it now/
7 weeks at Number 1, am I doing you proud/
'cos I still feel shit, like I could fucking quit/
so fuck everyone, lets make a toast, to this prick/
VERSE 3:
What's the point in turning back time, if you was born cursed/
to be born poor again, when your Mum ain't got a penny in her purse/
and she's stressing at you, 'cos she ain't got a fucking cigarette/
while your Dads out fucking other women, do you fucking get it yet/
I'm trying to be somebody, trying to get on up/
trying to get the fuck out this place, i'm trying so much/
music ain't shit to me, to me it's just therapy/
but I'll survive or die trying, so fuck what they're telling me/
Kraze Kingston's Studio Sessions. I feature on the song Conservatives (Get The Fuck Out) and gave a preview from my 3rd and final CD in TELL IT LIKE IT IS. FREE DOWNLOADSSS AGER
