Nter - Real Talk lyrics

I was 15 years old, posted at the shops Crack rock in my mouth and some pot in my socks I swear to god, it's the life that i live 'Cos my mumma died young and my daddy wasn't sh** So i, brought myself up, moved a couple bags Took my life off the street and turned it into rap It ain't that bad, being raised by the street No food on the table so I sold d** to eat Shops i creep, ski mask was irrelevant Been through the system now I'm known as a felon So who's tellin'? Man i feel for these young c*nts Junky mums and dads, so they're forced to go and pump up I love some, but the rest of you fake c*nts Got a good home, you can live behind that make-up But wake up, it's a cold, cold world And the gutter took me in so now it's my cold world It's all i've known, be yourself and stay strong I wasn't raised right so all i know is how to do wrong So watchya know? About the junkies in the laneway They call us Serchaz 'cos we stash cash in our paint trays But on some real sh**, I'm a part of the street If my gutter runs deep, on my way to the range Music can you feel this? the pain of a soldier 16 years old when i heard my first revolver Mother'd love, from the streets 'cos they told ya You will know the game when you get a little older I want out, but it's a game that I'm trapped in Forever in the streets till it's a box that I'm wrapped in