[Intro: Smokee Tokess]
Ya, ya, ya, we all stuck in it
Stuck in a perpetual cycle of poverty
sh**, I don't see nothing change around me
[Verse: Smokee Tokess]
Head shaven, I'm losing my hair
Garms stained
Walking with a thousand yard stare
See man like you
There's a thousand out there
Thought they were untouchable
Till I laid em out bare
I hang around places
Where hoes buy crack selling p**y
And mouth favours, them b**hes got wild faces
In Highfields, hoes walk around in high heels
Making snide deals
Keeping they eyes peeled for nice wheels
Disgraced in this place where base is blatantly baking
Ticks follow tremors til ya whole hand is shaking
You too could be taken
With no self respect or inspiration
That's the destination that your facing
You could be the mouth that escaped
From the council estate, and turn it round
In a way, that made the crowd look amazed
Cos mate, if you fiend for a piece of crack
There's no peace in that, dealing with police and that
I'm your homunculus, hopping around in your hippocampus
In sh**ty pampers, riding hippos all over campus
Listen Dorothy, we are no longer in Kansas
Check out what is written on the canvas, it goes..
Yo Smokee, light that inspiration