Badhabitz of Split Prophets - Sitations lyrics

[Verse 1: Upfront MC] History starts in a dark place Where the heart races And t'scarred face man wrote arm with a sharp blade (?) A place where too make lives have been hard fakin' Where the victims left on streets bleeding like sharks ate them Feds hate them [?] [?] Due to abusive h**n usage in the park adjacent to the station Loss of hues in the arm what a harsh payment Turnin' his back on his demons, feelin' he can't face them Starts hating people judging envy (?) cause their pasts taken But he ain't goin' nowhere quick fiending for exits (?) Injecting browns in his legs now his arms are septic Change the perspective to a place that's respected A place where money rules the heads of detectives That they've selected [?] [?] [?] Jason made his name by protectin' major business investments And it's treated like he runs the city sitting comfortably Above all the so called criminals in slum committees Even though he's basically making money by working for bankers Who take the money before they escape the country Moving again to next, lady named Becks who's vexed Feelin' ashamed cause she's made to be sellin' s** on the streets And she weeps because it's deep with no self respect And no food, it's true, life gets difficult to digest Sometimes, this world is unkind, far from bizzare There's some cry, Becks is a young bright woman Who starts to see the sunshine But all she gets is a rainy reception of baby inspection Now she's made the selection, feeling crazy depression [Verse 2: Hi-Res] It all started when she moved from her mum's to her dad's plot She's knocking shots, not stoppin' got in crack slots Back drop's looking kinda bleak and she's plotted robbing cash docks Coffin dodgin', boppin' back to smack squats Lost in the promise of the high But it's real in the field if the field's called life Short sighted types, like to fight, find her on a grimy night The rest is on tonight at 9 and stretched to call it right This life that the poor are livin' Some sought t'abort the mission Some caught and brought to prison But mum your son's though and short on visions Some gone I sorely miss 'em Victims to the draw they're given Victims to the lord that grips them Law that's written sh**tin' on the poor in Britain While the media deceives us with greed, s*uts and morbid k**ings Take Michael for instance, his wife and his infants Are broke no hope in the life Nights their lights who are flickerin' No money for food who's gonna pay the bills? Make a mil from nothin' but puffin' to take away the chills Thought nothing coulda made them feel the way they did The bailifs kicked their door through raw To take their sh**, the more they saw it made them switch They hated it, homeless with no place to kip [?] To take the sh** from off their shoulders Hold the weight that takes a major lift Took rounds of browns and blazin' it No purpose, feeling worthless, social service take away the kids And blame them for they way they lived The pain made Michael take his grip off life And now he's blazed a bit too much and met the maker with the needle What a waste and people say it's just the way it is People say it's just the way it is Yeah it's just the way it is It's just the way it is