Yo..
It's not a true story, but the stories true
Just a little'n, give the kid some Ritalin
Twitchy finger fiddling and pissing in the litter bin
Pity's what they're giving him, the finger's what he's giving back
Pity she's a b**h and treats the kiddie like a little twat
Jimmy was a piggy in the middle of her bloodbath
Dirty rotten upstart, f**ing up his one chance
Trisha was a witness and a victim to her father's fists
Carves her skinny wrists to bits, suspicious that she asked for it
Toast a happy couple, had a son but never simplified
They loved the kid but lacked the basic sk**s to give it right
Isn't like they didn't try, pocket your opinion
God don't wanna' listen to your gossiping and whinging
Wash him in a system, baptize him in obedience
Fronting like your pure and force feeding him your greediness
Treat him as a deviant and leave him in the margin
Weed him out the garden and completely disregard him
He's getting older now. How you gonna' hold him down?
And why should he obey the rules inside a school that sold him out
Used to be that you could see the light, his eyes are colder now
Shoulders hunched to f** with skunk from puffing with an older crowd
This ain't a story 'bout a kid who couldn't sort it out
Drugs are just the normal thing we do to keep the boredom out
In smaller towns, all that's really going down is petty crime
Getting high, necking pints, fighting and forgetting why
Simon had the messy mind, Megan was a lost soul
Met her in a dance pirouetting on a hot coal
Birds with dirty feathers stick together in a foxhole
That used the lovers glue to plug the wounds a bloody bomb holes
Welcome to the stronghold. Enter and escape the fight
Try to break the cycle turning every sign of day to night
Hate on a abated strife, straight without a chaser right?
Knock it back, safe to say the odds were stacked away from sight
Good Megan try'na make a safer space to try create a life
They played it right and made it beautiful and safe inside
A faithful night a child was born without a state of mind
And lovers dedicated both their lives to try'na raise him right
So raise your gla**, for two courageous hearts that changed the path
From hate and darkness, into love and light and made it last
Some days are hard to face, and mate you can't escape the past
But you could look the ba*tard in his dirty f**ing face and laugh
And take a chance on what your love will bring
Ob-la-di la-da and que sera's the song the mother sings
Trouble is, the happy ever afters getting hard today
The modern state will make and education to a marketplace
Commodify the earth for what it's worth and if your dirt's poor
They'll ostracize your children at the bottom of the workforce
There's only ever one winner in a turf war
That licks a pretty penny out the pittance that you work for
Who's world is this? I'm working so the kiddies know
The world is yours, but first of course, you've got to nick it though
f** a politician whistling that Britain's broke
sh**'s a joke, he's probably sniffing coke from out a fifty notes
Stop. sure it's all truth that you spit right
But what's all this got to do with a kids life?
Well, pop your corn, stop moving and sit tight
It's all linked, his eyes blinked, losing with insight
You see inside the kids mind, his thinking's been developing
Ever since a little youth the kiddie's been intelligent
But wouldn't toe the line, that's why they think he isn't getting it
He's getting it, it's simply he considers it irrelevant
And isn't it? He's literate and thinking for himself
And dares to question why there's little truth in what you tell
You treat him like he's little, like your bigger, time will tell
Authorities your shot and he ain't buying what you sell
I see you trying it, paying lip service to autonomy
I check the purpose in your personal philosophy
It's like you're working in a version of monopoly
A person's only purpose is to service the economy
But honestly.. nah f** that, he's on a better track
To make music, move units stay repping that
That's a fact. Probably wasn't what do you expected
A lotus flower grown from out the bottom of the cesspit
That's a fact. Probably wasn't what do you expected
A lotus flower grown from out the bottom of the cesspit
That's a fact. Probably wasn't what do you expect
Probably wasn't what do you expect..
Probably wasn't what do you expect..
Probably wasn't what do you expect..
Probably wasn't what do you expect..
Probably wasn't what do you expect..