Havoc - Hell On Earth (Seaford Life) lyrics

[Verse 1:] Yo, I'm reppin' A D E L, City of Churches But i don't repent for any of these verses In the South, we'll k** you leave your body in hurses Runnup on your spouse in her house, and snatch her purse kid Is this a ghetto lullaby, or surfer's paradise? I live in Seaford, but only ever seem to see Forward Focuses, full of all us young bored bogans And daughters that done 'D' like one Paul Hogan ADHD, A.K.A, we're broken No hopers, another excuse to do more coke, then Weekends wasted, drug addicted evolution T-rex, are we the Children of the Revolution But this illusion only happens in our heads A mixture of hallucinogen's and unprotected s** Should probably be in our beds, but instead we're out here smokin' If ask about Sea-town, i'd say i'm "Only Coping" But if you said anything, i'd f**ing rip you open No joking, hometown pride is what i'm toting for the '69 Coz you know the heart on my sleeve Don't f** with that, coz that sh** ain't a token [Chorus] Any day, could be your last in the jungle I live in Seaford, but only ever seem to see forward I'm proud of my city full of Meth Labs Crackhead slackers living off skateboards, weed, durries and Maccas (2x) [Verse 2] I rep my city. No point in de-nyin' Don't sound nice, but f** any anit down wit tha '69 I'm benign, when I'm round in my city Spittin vivid images in ya vision so when ya sittin' Only then in that instant, y'all begin to start to get the picture And the penny drops, when it hits ya And I'll pick it up, coz these days I'm the oppistie of what's ‘getting richer' And if you beat me to the punch, I might hit ya My neighbour's Richard, we're good mates Most would go rigid if they heard the f**in sound that this hood makes But it puts me in a good state A bridge over troubled water, disorder's clearly the mindstate But it's my place, in my state, I wouldn't trade Wouldn't be mobile without the f**in train But to survive, ya gotta be f**in trained Sea-Town, to me, i gotta say, ya f**in great Leave other hoods around us eating sour grapes If we can't leave we'll always find a reason to stay, motherf**er [Chorus x 2] [Verse 3] All these adversities, come like anniversaries Life is a curse, you end up in the hurse eventually Till then, i guess yo'll see my murder spree rhyming scheme Deep sea diversity, deep in her 'c' with my 'd' I'm talking alphabet, f** the other pets I'm the Alpha, bet, i'm number one Gimmie a metal, coz i feel like i've won Don't meddle with the devil or it'll make you back peddle, punk Sounds tough But a product of my surroundings You get downed if ya tripping offa that motherf**in' clown sh** If lifes a circus, my home suberb the freakshow Perfect a place For tyke to be inspired and then see growth I'm all for peace, But don't need no one for protection Coz many times I've seen the other end of the spectrum Its probably best if they don't trya and make me go that direction Coz 69 till I die, Seaford life AM reppin' [Chorus x 5]