Plan B - Pity The Plight lyrics

Picture the face of your fellows Too long a bed with no sleep With their complex romantic attachments All look on their sorrows and weep They don't get a moment's reflection There's always a crowd in their eye Pity the plight of young fellows Regard all their worries and cry Their crusty young mothers were lazy perhaps Leaving it up to the school Where the moral perspective is hazy perhaps And the climate; oppressively cool Give me some acre of cellos Pitched at some distant regret Pity the fate of young fellows And their anxious attempts to forget These are the tears of a thug like murky water Crying tears as clear as mud for his father's daughter His half-sister; he felt obliged to support her Since her mum was poor and his dad died even poorer Separated until she was 8 years old He knew as soon as he saw her That he adored her, so he's baying for blood with a borer And an automatic weapon; Smith & Weston That'd split a f**ing hole in your chest then he's been looking to corner The perpetrators responsible for a k**ing Now he's finally got ‘em where he wants ‘em Blood will start spilling The atmosphere in the air tonight is chilling The blanket of stars above their heads in the sky feels like a ceiling Slowly crushing down on ‘em as the terror starts progressing That leaves the youngest of the two open to his suggestion Only 13 years old; pubescent adolescent About to learn a very harsh and depressing lesson These are the tears of a wanna-be thug Crying tears as thick as blood cause his elder set him up To take the fall and now he's stuck with no way of getting out Cause even if there was a way he'd still want to vent this anger out Without a doubt these streets are rife with corruption Young minds get corrupt even so easily f**ed that only leads to destruction in the end False a**umptions that people have your back makes you believe their your friends All though some represent; no one can be trusted One double O per-cent cause some thugs will go to lengths To get revenge Even if it means manipulating youths to carry skins and do the dirty work for them The kind of work for men That route the dark is past Not impressionable young children that never had a chance Growing up in his manor's most are doomed from the start Cause the minds of their peers are as ill as their hearts