George The Poet - Construction lyrics

All realities are construct We exist in relation to our social types So you ain't gonna understand me if you don't look at where I'm from And the local guys I'm the exception to the rule The only one in Year 6 that gets into a school That, at the time, isn't already under a warning Since Ofsted's declared it's underperforming So you can imagine the wonder and awe when Little George's post finally comes in the morning They're screaming, they're shouting, there's thunderous bawling At my letter of acceptance from the school I'm the exception to the rule The problem is, that's not what I wanted It's not like I felt scared to be there But it was far from home in more ways than one And all my friends were elsewhere, to be fair See, that was my first real lesson in opportunity Save yourself or get left in the lost community Even though I saw myself with my friends If I stayed there, I couldn't be no help for my ends You see, all realities are construct We exist in relation to other guys and girls So I had to move to a better reality From one where everyone tries and fails Can't say I live to regret the decision Given that so many of them are now dead and in prison After growing up too fast from a young age Having to supplement their mum's wage Leaving school early to make easy money Cause in their eyes, education don't amount to much Getting into trouble, coming out the pen But the world's moved on, now they're out of touch Just as serious as everyone else Without as much experience as everyone else And anyway, what sort of vocation is eager for people to report to probation? In a job marked hampered by fear, aggression and a severe recession The absolute dream is a clear profession With even the slightest prospect of career progression So here's the question Who deserves a job? A benefits recipient labelled a worthless slob, or worse a yob? Society treats the hard to reach like some single subversive mob But all realities are construct, everyone brings something to the table There's no point putting em in a flat and giving em cable When there's work to be done and they're ready, willing and able From watching your life being s**ed away To waking up to a structured day with structured pay Coming home to a structured night Building your life on a construction site Cause all realities are construct We exist in relation to other guys and girls See how I moved to a better reality From one where everyone tries and fails? All realities are construct We exist in relation to our social types Cause no matter what you see around you The real world happens when you close your eyes You don't have to compromise yourself for your salary You don't have to jeopardise your health or your sanity You have the right to be a blessing, not a burden Find purpose and service, be a help for your family If we forget how outcast the voice of an outcast is They'll never be heard Their words are just noises without answers See, the fact is there are no choices without chances So in practice, choice is about chances