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Is it wrong to say I’m not a rapper, not a MC?

Is it right to say that I’m a writer, regardless of the beat?

Regardless of what the media would like you to see me as or lead you into

believing

Don’t believe 'em

They’ll be leavin' to the heat when they leave us, the heathens

Peeps say the greedy see green, eat cream from the freezers of the grievers

And I’m one of them. Dodge 10, changed man, gone again

Forefront of the modern men, it’s awful, innit

What am I meant to make of the many men from my ends who’re dead?

Some misled and some dumb, it has to be said

Use your head. What goes around comes around the playground roundabout

Ten times round, no matter where you be round about

You know what I’m on about, motormouth, run your mouth, knocked out,

move down south

And I doubt, you ever thought that amount would amount to the bout

You had before you left out

There was hardly an ounce

You were down

I watched a guy stamp your face into the ground

There was nothing I could do; I would have done it

I was running, guys were coming in the dozens and you had it coming

Just refused to back down, too proud, fuck it it’s nothing

But guys round here, they just aren’t like that

They just ain’t like that round here, you don’t do that

'Posed to stay where your crew’s at

Sounds daft, innit, but it’s life that

Never been a gang man, I rarely rock a Nike hat

I wouldn’t say I’m the kind of guy you oughta wave your knife at

So put your knife back in your handbag fight pack

You talk strap talk but where’s your valiant bike, I know your type

Can’t sleep without a Valium night cap

Cus your conscience is keeping you sidetracked

Set guys lie flat, flat on the back in a nice flat

TV flat, flat on the wall at the back

Making ‘nough money off the hood runners running the company

There’s ‘nough money running round the country unaccounted for

Man are in and out of court, fuck filling out the forms

This is nothing out the norm

This is where I was born

And this is all I know, what I seen, what I saw

You heard it before, and probably never understood it more

But my scarred mind talks like it’s never been torn

So don’t walk around talking like you’ve never been warned

I feel stronger every morning, though exhausted

I fall flat on my face at the thought, I was moving forward

I’ve been walking these streets for 24 years, an orphan, nothing changes round

here

But the students, half of them are repeating

It’s awkward seeing the same faces you knew when you was naughty

I changed from my bad ways it’s what stays so then trust me

I’m gonna pay for those mistakes, I made her pay for them daily

You see, just the other day, the police stopped me and my mate

He had an eighth

They gave him eighty pound fine and sent him on his way

Me? I got nicked and I’m in court on the 25th for a spliff

And that’s just how it is

British criminal justice. What a great way to spend a few grand of the country’s

Stop a couple guys getting the munchies

You bunch of monkeys

I’m living with a bundle of numpties

There must be a whole lot of money in the country to be running round,

Putting spliffs out

Buying MPs second houses out of the town

Another few hundred thou' down

Getting excess of 60 million of em who bow down

I’m a south bound foul mouth, never learnt my lesson in my adolescence,

overly proud, rowdy around town

Still kinda tryina find a grinder in my dressing gown

And know it’s about pounds not breaking down boundaries

And how it might sound from a council house scoundrel

Who am I and what do I know?

I ain’t no one, an opinionated debater, debating the batest debates

I know sometimes I paint my pictures kind of pixelated

Seems I’m fixated with quick ways to be paid

I gotta make the payments

This is not famous

This is not Neighbours

This is Crime Watch meets Shameless: Poor, With Hundred Pound Trainers

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