Chester P - The Greatest Story Never Told lyrics

As a kid, I didn't really do much I went school, all I did is play two touch In the break times cigarettes were twosed-up With yoots who abused my shoes ‘cos they ain't new, but My Mum and Dad never knew about the part where You can't wear the clothes that your brother wore last year And in my cla** there was times I could pa** tears I pa**ed fears and I learned to be a fast breh ‘Cos when I come home all battered up and bruised again I couldn't tell my Mum that they were picking on my shoes again And Mum and Dad they were fighting over loot again There wasn't any food and all the money's went on booze again And I was young and depressed trying to live a lie Didn't want to talk, all I'd ever do is sit and write It's either that or I'll be out trying to nick a bike With a couple cats who want the money just to lick a pipe I'm sick of life, too young to try and get a job Sick of telling God how I'm longing to be better off And tellin' posh kids, “Your rings, blood, get ‘em off” To tell the truth I felt like I'd said enough We hit a phase where we all used to run with blades Underage doing pills in the jungle raves We was living out the pains of our younger days The broken homes, the abused and the runaways I don't sleep well at night – and it's no surprise I still see dead friends when I close my eyes I still play back the scenes of my own demise We was young tryin' to lead out a soldier's life Then I started hangin' round with some older guys Dedicated to devestating open mics We was fresh from the street and straight in it like Jump on the stage getting' booed ‘cos my skin is white Next month went back and I'm still as white But when I rapped, they clapped ‘cos my sk** is tight My reputation was fierce, I battled many men I'm from the Bury, the bury-an and so we buried them And in the cream of the crop I lived the Muddy Fam In it for the love of the game and not the money man And we was working the caves and sittin' bunnin' grammes Night came working the stage for half a dozen fans Another chapter in The Greatest Story Never Told Another merit we inherit from the pen I hold And we develop for a minute then the vision's stalled And I was there throwin' weed over prison walls We was deep in the street and deep poetry Back when the Mud Fam was Skinnyman, and Mo and me We're selling weed from the morning till I go to sleep Comin' up with new techniques just to show I'm deep And me and Farms we decide to divide the throne MacBaynes' came along and took the title home We put out voice to the outdoors on Lowlife Brainz was a nice guy we want to help him grow like Keep the money man, it came from our souls like Put it in your business, we'll earn from our shows right And we ain't rich but we dedicate our art to love He took the money now his memory is hard to jog He talks politics, talks like his heart is God's But at the same time he's ripping all his artists' off I got disheartened, I didn't wanna work no more I wasn't sure how to figure out my worth no more I go on tour to pay bills but I'm dirty poor I know they know when it's time I'm gonna burst their door And every rhyme that I write is rehearsed for war Fully versed, I emerge with a thirst for more