[Awa:]
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Small town boy got big city dreams
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He feels the chill of the night through his jeans
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It bites the skin like the knife he carries
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Shadows his face underneath his hoody
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Walks to a home that the government owns
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Holes fill the walls where the photos should go
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Last night's takeaways is still in the stove
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He takes a...
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Seat at the table and go over his notes
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[Chorus:]
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He's trying make it
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While trying to hide
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Two edges
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To his double life
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School of
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Thought to his left
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And hard knocks
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To his right
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He's just trying survive
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[Awa:]
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Streetwise way beyond his years
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Can launch his fists like he handles Shakespeare
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Nobody knows and he doesn't care
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All that matters are the colours he wears
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Hungry for something that he can't eat
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Calms his nerves with every word that he sees
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Lights his cigarette, has a cup of tea
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He takes a seat at the table and continues to read
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[Chorus]
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[Sabre:]
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Rise and shine but nothing looks bright
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Books camouflaged by cans
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He jumps on his bike
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Dad gave it as a gift last night
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Wonder if he's changed for good this time
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Shrugs and hopes for the best,
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got his headphones on
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Prepares for the test mouthing words to the song
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Miss gave him props on a job well done
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a¢æ©«An A parents must be proud of you sona¢æ?
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Smiling back with a nod little does she know
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Enrolled himself with no help from home
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Hides the bike in the bushes
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Scared it might be hot so he doesn't want to push it
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Game face hard
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Raise hoodie full mast
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Set sail through the yard
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Play jester of the class
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Prospect
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| Nesian Mystik |
