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, f** 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, f** 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