Various Artists - U Gotta Life lyrics

The time is 3am, when? The date is 6th of June,1962 Lets measure the worth, at the birth of you Let me take you to, the pre-natal center Time for you to enter, ripping from placenta The way that it was meant'a, sent from God's miracles Screaming from your mum's mouth, huggin on umbilicle Pinnicle exist, twist the photo lens Now your dads taking photo's for his friends Ends, justify the means, rip your mumma cleans Smack the baby's bot and splash the blood up on the screens Scene's, of love and life, man and wife why? You the baby boy and now the apple of your mum's eye Inside, back at home, got you cosy like the womb Got the Captain Caveman painting and wallpaper on your room Soon, your growing up a million years past the door Got you walking on your hind legs from crawling on the floor All awestruck, dont want ya trip up, so your daddy buys your box And shaves your head from baby locks Time tocks, brother wants to pa** on his legacy Exercise conditions, so the ID is hereditary Apple of his eye, choking adams throats So your father starts to dote on his great white hope Nope, you were just a nappy wearing drip-lover Daddies got ideas of his own little Hitler.... Chorus: 4X Ya gotta life... Ya gotta life, but dont know how to live it do ya? Verse Two: Six years old, now you on the street playing footie Dad will teach you how to sweep, but dont play with mister sooty Goodie goodie gum drops, daddy loves scotch Always drunk on the job so his stars always botch Swatch, another twelve years in the void Feels like four score and ten that your dads unemployed and annoyed Sitting in the front room bitter Screaming how the immigrants have done him right up in the sh**ter Gary Glitter, there's noone left in my gang, my gang All the jobs are taken my the hood or the ying-yang Slang enough abuse through the windows at the pa**ers Shoutin' cut your hair to the pappi's and the rasta's Now he has ta', take a drink cause he parky Tellin' you your mummy just run off with a darkie Took the car keys, left him there without his dinner Crying 'Oh' to his lord, while she's out to sinner Head spinner, now you doubting days and confused Can't make your own desicion cause your mind has been abused Used, now you try to make your own choice You try to open your mouth but you ain't got your own voice Poised on the edge with the broken rolemodel No longer protected by the days of the squabble Mind boggle, make you ohh make you ahh You got a life, but dont know how to live it do ya... Chorus: 4X Verse Three: Ooh, so now the sh**'s hit the fan Out on your own, try to act like a man Damn, who's annointing bitterness and blame Pointing all the fingers to the one's that ain't the same Aim, your anger fighting tooth and nail to the cross Undirected mind in the shadow of the squashed Lost, cause you got no place to go Slow, stifling the earth got no space to grow No, all you think is off your broken family Signed subscriptions, pay your money to the BNP You want a Yid bashing rump Circumstances pump and you do the Nazi slump From, whence did you come from think Became your daddy's clone in the speed of a blink If there was any good there, it must have gone through ya Ya gotta life, but dont know how to live it do ya'... Chorus 4X