'Round about now it's the weekend bro,
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saturday, none other than a happy day.
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So i'm 'bout to do it the hairy way, the mud fam way.
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Talkin' 'bout the science of social deprevation
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From 'ere to wherever in the council estates that man are strugglin'.
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The poor lower working class.
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Blud, you got to sleep round here and have nightmares,
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Wake up and find the worst reality is right there.
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The difference is, in my dreams I'm always runnin' scared,
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But in reality, on road, I'm comin' prepared.
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So now who's gonna wanna run up and become a gonner?
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Everybody's gonna wanna get us, but they're on a longers.
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I'm still out to get the same cats from last summer,
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But man can't see them again,
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It's like they've done a runner.
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I'm still in the same manor, on the same number
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And everybody knows where I'm at and what I'm under,
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I'm in the same slums, raisin' the funds.
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In the city where the yute man are blazin' the guns.
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Just look how this United Kingdom has come,
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Within the council estates where man'll fight over crumbs,
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We got young single parent mums,
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Havin' the hardest time tryna survive for their daughters and their sons
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Be comin' out their yutes, cause their yutes are left out there,
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Raised on the ways of these streets without care.
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Now we're havin' our fair share of gun warfare
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And it's all gone nuts and that's just cause it's poor here.
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People want more here,
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We're all on the floor here,
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It's raw here, can't even sleep and ignore here,
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Cause life's kinda militant,
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Stuck in the grime,
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Nothin's equivalent, to this council estate of mind.
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We know that we have been living our lives through the hardest times,
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Still we know that we must keep up the faith in our hearts and minds.
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I live amongst smashed syringes,
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Squatters' doors hangin' off the hinges,
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Hookers lookin' money for Bobby, shottin' their minges.
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Leavin' used condoms out on the staircases,
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Next to the broken pipes that's left by the Base Heads.
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Local estate heads, have grown up to hate Feds,
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Kids with no helmets drivin' round on some bait peds.
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Abandoned cars are at the bottom of the block,
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So when it's pissin' down,
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Kids have got a place to plot,
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To cotch and blaze pot,
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And watch this whole spot,
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Full up of lost souls with no goals who get left to rot.
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And what, I don't expect you to ever comprehend is;
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Why I got all actin' so self defensive.
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The neighbourhood shotters have all seen what it's comin' to.
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Local coppers on patrol are boppin' with a gun too.
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So anyone could bun you,
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Leave and desert you.
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How long they gonna mourn you when somebody merks you?
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Tryin' not to get shift when shiftin' your work true
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When you wanna shift there ain't nowhere to splurt to.
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The stakes are high, still the best get placed.
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Tryn'a find how sweet success might taste.
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In a place where everybody is tryin' to flex.
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Nobody's really gettin' anywhere,
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So everybody's vexed,
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Livin' life kinda militant,
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Stuck in the grime,
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Nothin's equivalent to this council estate of mind.
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We know that we have been living our lives through the hardest times,
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Still we know that we must keep up the faith in our hearts and minds.
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So these are lyrics for my people,
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Livin' on the streets who,
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Know they ain't got nothin' else to retreat to.
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If you gettin' food next man'll wanna eat you,
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Pure, bad beefs just to get to delete you.
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So many man nowadays are so see-through,
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Beware of their deceitful ways when the greet you.
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Those who feel it know it because they've been through,
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Times when their friends wanna switch up to beat you.
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I never used to see it but,
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Now I got a clear view.
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Don't let no bad minded heads try get near you.
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If they're not on your level they'll never hear you
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Ain't no time to be shaken or fearful.
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If you've been through, some of this evil that we do,
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A hundred Hail Mary's ain't enough to redeem you.
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All of my long time friends are crack fiends,
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Who have gone too far, but still say they didn't mean to.
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Does alleviation through base and crack relieve you?
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Everybody's losin' their mind
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And even me too.
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Step into m |