[Verse 1: Dirty Dike]
I remember every second of youth's grief
My two feet stepping through the sections of New Street
Have you ever seen d**h as a kid?
Seen your best friends' parents injecting a pin?
I was wise by age five, h**n's grip
I saw my friends mom die right next to the bin
The lesson begins, you've never seen a hippy speed addict
Try and tell your little sister that he's yet to breath magic
You ever seen your step dad in rage?
And your mom press the bu*tons for a smack in the face?
So back in the days, I went to see my dad in a prison
If you've never seen that best be glad that you didn't
From rags to the ribbons I've been listening plus
I witnessed enough to disrupt my vision of trust
Big and you're tough? As if you think I'm giving a f**
I'm skinny and broke and hustling so give me your stuff!
Now I remember seeing Gary with the scabby arms
Peddling my raleigh past his happy little scaggy stance
Puffy elbows were bigger than a tennis ball
Listen it's an intellect a kid could never get at school
I had stories I didn't wanna tell a fool
And figured in my head I wasn't living very well at all
And nothing in the f**ing fridge was ever edible
Juggling the quids through the summer at the festivals