Life, life, life
(Verse 1)
I take a breath of smoke, let it go
Then I take a second toke
Grab a pen and flow, get into aggressive mode
Pissed cause I can't even step on road to wreck a show
Instead I'm home, with a tag around my leg alone
And yeah I know I was a twat
I was out stepping hotter with the coppers on my back
And then I got another tag and didn't bother to try stopping it at that
Chose to go get arrested over cotching at my flat
And I bet those stinking pigs loved it when they raided me
Took off my door and saw that I was cultivating weed
Next day morning court making pleas
Whilst the papers painting me to be some crazy beast just to make some P
But I should have been holding it down instead of
Floating around with my boat in the clouds
Rolling through town smashed with a roach in my mouth
Marker glued to my palm writing over your house
(Chorus)
Cause if you're living as a sinner, then you pay the price
That's just the way of life and f** living it like you ain't alive
So that's why I'll be home by 8 tonight
Cotching plotting with my grade alight
Waiting for the day I rise
Living as a sinner, so I paid the price
That's just the way of life and f** living it like I ain't alive
So that's why I'll be home by 8 tonight
Cotching plotting with my grade alight
Waiting for the day I rise
(Verse 2)
See truthfully, the only thing I'm regretting is getting caught
I'd probably do it all again without a second thought
But next time I'll make sure I don't have to step in court
And get left with a ringing phone box on my bedroom floor
Yeah F the law, f** the judges and magistrates
f** the prosecutors, f** the journalists and the jakes
Them man are waste, trying to have me banged away to clap a wage
And now every time I walk the streets I acting prang and bait
And all they say is “I'm just doing my job”
But you chose to do your job, are you stupid or what?
You're just a glorified snitch with a uniform on
To all the kiddies love to spit on when you move them along
And the reason I'll hate every one of these pricks till I die
Is for the fact they're trying to punish me for living my life
f** your authority, I'll sh** on your stripes
Then get home by 8, in time to scribble a rhyme and bring it alive
(Chorus)