Taskforce - A Grey Mist lyrics

(Verse 1 - Chester P) I was raised on some daisy age mandates Razor blades twitching like a geriatrics handshake Popping pills to deal with all the pills I popped Go ask my doctor if my troubles are for real or not Back in school I was sort of like a rabid rat Chewing at the fabrics of my future and its habitat In my cla** all I ever got was bitter looks Cause most of the other kids I was robbing for their sticker books I was trouble from the moment I could understand Money was the ruler of their mother f**ing wonderland Dirty vices had me s**ing on a lovely haze Freshening the air in my head before I dug my grave As a child I was feeling like a distant star Burning up in outer space but not before I stripped your car f** a therapist who saw me like some kind of test I'm trying to figure out who really needs their mind a**essed I was possessed by the devil in a powdered form Every time I sniffed a line it seemed a thunder cloud would form I was warned of pulling faces when the wind would change I always had a yarn I could spin before the kindles came I guess it's all another tale of relativity Growing up to learn how to channel creativity This inner city hell is forevermore a shroud of sh** And more disturbingly most of us are proud of it (Chorus) Razor blades twitch from a grey mist As the day twists till it splits and it shapeshifts Razor blades twitch from a grey mist As the day drifts till it splits and its facelifts How can I refuse the invitation To find a way to make it in the streets of desperation I guess I'm really nothing but an outcast A ghost in a machine that found its voice within a soundcard (Verse 2 - Farma G) I raised myself of some style of anarchy Sitting on my own like the whole world was mad at me And in my room I stabbed a knife in for Jason Smoked until the green had filled the room with all the blazing I couldn't understand the politics of teaching Because screaming at a kid who didn't listen ain't appealing My every move was scrutinized and the teacher said I was not the problem in fact it was just all my friends Tagging corridors and raiding up the canteens And in the summer holidays proceed to leave the school in flames I rolled up on the underground And lifted any object that wasn't tightly bolted down And in the eyes of my peers it appeared I was more a leader than the rest of the other teens But I was still a victim too Cause I was bullied hard on every day I attended school And it's a hard life to juggle when you are poor and broke So I would take the money from the kids who had a better hope With my bad mans Masked in the bandana Taking all the rings off your fingers with a claw hammer Drinking Thunderbird sitting with the down and outs Every little spliff is a tiny chip off my daddy's ounce This inner city hell is forevermore a shroud of sh** And more disturbingly most of us are proud of it (Chorus) Razor blades twitch from a grey mist As the day twists till it splits and it shapeshifts Razor blades twitch from a grey mist As the day drifts till it splits and its facelifts How can I refuse the invitation To find a way to make it in the streets of desperation I guess I'm really nothing but an outcast A ghost in a machine that found its voice within a soundcard