Trials - Homemade Bombs lyrics

This is a little short biography About me, and where I grew up (Mr T?) [Verse 1: Briggs] Sitting wherever i was put Cla** clown .... (?) report He can do good, if he just applied He can do good things if we adjust his mind Same time telling me I'm going to do nothing Preaching, like they're the chosen ones or something Your dream happens to be my nightmare Working nine to five - f**, I'd rather die here I'd rather wait for the train and just lie there Tried to do the job thing and lost my mind there Feels like I'm wasting days awaiting, pay's Wasting away the rest awaiting graves I've seen them creating slaves Teaching, like, we all wired the same Telling Kids they're stupid because they can't learn that way Same bullsh** lies that they print on page f**ing grade six f**ing twelve years old I was told I'd amount to nothing (Man f** that) [Hook] x2 So I hit these streets with these homemade bombs Take to the place where my homeland was And set it off Imma tear it down, ya gonna feel it now Ya gonna feel it now [Verse 2: Briggs] Rocking up to school ...(?) Walkman and my favourite joints up in my pencil case From the kid that rocked a speech impediment Fact is I was born to speak - you can ask my therapist Just too much to say when I opened my mouth Could articulate the gospel and nothing came out Times changed Tongue got sharp, skin got hard Get torn apart, you wind up in my yard Rabid froth out the mouth Paranoid like sabbath And dangerous like John in the house I've seen what they can do and what they did to my fam and friends So I dropped the sword, grabbed the pen Took all that drama and gave it back to them Ten fold, never liked to do what I was told Had a problem with authority deeper than your angsty teen I was tired of them average things And that's it man, they f**ing They act like school is the f**ing be all and end all of someone's life You don't get that right you f**ed everything up And f** that too [Hook] x2 [Verse 3: Briggs] Where I'm from racism wasn't hard to find Facial features that make it hard to hide In a place that's designed to nurse small minds Find yourself in the middle of one of them fights Best friends were Tongan, Turk, Croatian and white - the few that didn't have a problem living a lie (?) Same school, same rules, same difference type Same life, same colour when we turn out your lights Now get it straight My problem ain't with Joe Citizen My problem's with the laws and the book it's written in It's just sad; these kids are filed and tagged Understand no child is just born bad No idea what it's like to live a life like this And they, inherit their father's sins Universal, both sides, black and white Nobody's guaranteed a wood and roses life But apparently we're getting everything for free Where's this life of handouts? Cos this is news to me Does that line exist - no it doesn't Like you the only thing we get for free is nothing Except the stigma of being one of us Which is second to none Nothing before nothing to come Coon, abbo or n***a Pretend you never say it Pretend you didn't laugh Then pretend you're not racist And if you think that's about you f**ing, maybe it is But don't get mad at me about it Take a good f**ing look at yourself [Hook] x2