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lyrics
Ben Black:
Set against a backdrop of bookies and kebab shops
Washed-up crackpots gather with the have-nots,
Opportunity never knocks, the doors are padlocked,
Windows are boarded up, you have to break the latch off,
Just so you can make it out and keep your dream in tact boss,
Listen to the track boss, this is all fact boss.
See it's far from from the hood, but it's far from good,
If you can make it out fast you should
'Cause it's the, dictionary definition of a ghost town,
Nothing ever goes down, businesses are closed down.
And I ain't shitting on my home ground, nope,
I'm just giving you the lowdown, just to let you know now, now.
Now I was born and raised in this town,
But nowadays it’s making me frown.
And I just take this shit now.
‘Cause it’s getting me down, it’s getting me down, it’s getting me down.
Now the gunplay's minimal, it's mainly individuals,
Getting pissed-up, kicking off, getting physical
To vent some aggression, no sense of direction in the depths of depression.
Where young women use sex as a weapon,
Best to stay strapped with that extra protection,
'Cause these days it's wild,
They wanna raise a child when they can barely even raise a smile,
Barely even raise a finger but them benefits will dress 'em in their favourite style.
So why do you think we've got lethargy spreading like leprosy,
High teen pregnancy, low life expectancy? Huh?
I couldn't let it get the best of me,
Or let it be the death of me, nope that could never be.
So everywhere that I go,
I appreciate the highs but I love the Low.
Now I was born and raised in this town,
But nowadays it’s making me frown.
And I just take this shit now.
‘Cause it’s getting me down, it’s getting me down, it’s getting me down.
I was a small town boy with them big city pipedreams,
The only kid in class who didn’t wear tight jeans.
And when I was busy thinking up rhyme schemes,
You was on them petty crime scenes, nicking ice creams.
Now you fell between the cracks in the pavement,
Wasted every day, now you wonder where the days went.
Like a smack head begging for change,
But what’s change round here mate? Where it’s forever the same…
Now I was born and raised in this town,
But nowadays it’s making me frown.
And I just take this shit now.
‘Cause it’s getting me down, it’s getting me down, it’s getting me down.
credits
from Prolusion Plus,
released May 3, 2010
Ben Black (the beat, the rhymes and the attempted singing); DBF (the outro)
