|I just want you to listen,
|troubled minds of the troubled times, keep yourself together, don't listen to other peeps,
|cause a lot can happen on the streets, and peer pressure is a killer so listen to there wide
|words that i preach, it aint safe out there, i know this from experience, coz this is serious,
|and that's how lives get messed up, i took this time to, just eight bars to explain to the kids
|You're livin in dangerous minds, dangerous times, thug life, you're growing up on the street,
|all that crime, i've been there before, i've been through it, i realise the pain, im drawn into
|it, it feels terrible, when you're on another level, to the rest of them, trainers, clothes,
|you're not in with the trend, it's just a teenage beef thats bothering you, its just a phase in
|life you'll have to go through.
|You know i never will amount to you, but is it pain you gotta put me through, you know i never
|will live up to you, and all that you do, you never tell your enemies from friends, and life
|will never be the same again, you never know where the story ends, thats right my friend, thats
|where the story ends.
|I hear these things again and again and again, dress to impress for a friend, all it does
|everytime i hear will it ever stop, it just sends me round the bend, it ain't easy to be a
|teenager, i should know it puts your life in danger, do you ever really think that it will stop,
|all the muggings and the bullys and wepons i think not.
|I can sit and write lyrics all day, but my teenage problems never fade away, my fasion sence
|never lead astray, my smell, my phone is what portrays, the person that i am, the person that is
|me, whatever you believe, imagine or percieve, a brethren or a chief, educated or naive, my
|popularity brings, friends and enemies.
|Teenage life you've gotta deal with it somehow, no point in complaining gotta live with it
|somehow, unfair job but you're still with it somehoe, it aint fair but you've gotta get through
|it somehow, all the teenagers that have had enough, that are tired of scuffs and just want love,
|just take some time unleash your mind and you will find it somehow.
|What's wrong kid could be making it, teenager in trouble and you're hatin it, you wanna leave
|the crowd your with, lead your own life, but i know you're scared of it, in a week there's 7
|days 168 hours and a million ways, everyday's different but your life will change, trust me it
|will never stay the same again.
|Growing up seems so hard when you're young, you never wanna listen always wanna have fun, try
|to make things right but it soons wrong, people say the best years come when you're young, you
|never listen to what people say, always wanna try and do things n your own way, never think
|straight always play life as a game and in the end it's another life thrown away.
|Teenage troubles thoughts that run through your head, trying to impress cause of what your
|mates said, wanna get in the crowd you aint got the clothes so you're out for a teenager thats
|what lifes about, the pressure of the drugs violence and racism that faces them its a partof
|life dont ruin it for yourself or you might end up by yourself.
|You think about back in the day, of what you could have had but you threw it away, to be the
|top boy on the street, to be the boy everybody wanted to be, cant you see.
|[Repeat Chorus to Fade]
|Where The Story Ends