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A Grey Mist
Chester
I was raised on some daisy age mandates Razor blade twitching like a geriatrics handshake Popping pills, to deal with all the pills I'd popped Go ask my doctor if my troubles are for real or not Back in school I was sort of like a rabid rat Chewing at the fabrics of my future and it's habitats In my class all I ever got was bitter looks Cos most the other kids I was robbing for their sticker books I was trouble from the moment I could understand Money was the ruler of their superficial wonderland Dirty vices had me sucking on a blunt of haze Freshining the air inside my head, before I dug my grave As a child I was feeling like a distant star Burning up in outer space, but not before I stripped your car Fuck a therapist who saw me like some kind of test I'm trying to figure out who really needs their mind assessed I was possessed by the devil in a powedered form Everytime I sniffed a line it seemed a thundercloud would form I was warned of pulling faces when the wind would change And always had a yarn that I could spin before the kindles came I guess it's all another tale of relativity I'm growing up to learn how to channel creativity This inner city hell is forevermore a shroud of shit And even more disturbingly, most of us are proud of it
~Razor blades twitch from a grey mist as the day twists til it splits and it shapeshifts Razor blades twitch from a grey mist as the day drifts til it splits and it's face lifts How can I refuse the invitation? To find a way to make it in the streets of desperation I guess I'm really nothing but an outcast A ghost in a machine who found his voice within a soundcard
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I raised myself on some ?????? like anarchy Sitting on my own, like the whole world was mad at me And in my room I stashed a knife fit for Jason Smoked up all the green and filled the room with all the blazing I couldn't understand the politics of teaching Cos screaming at a kid who didn't listen ain't appealing My every move was scrutenised and the teachers said that 'I was not the problem in fact it was just all my friends' Tagging corridoors and raiding up the canteens And in the summer holidays proceed to leave the school in flames I roamed up in the underground and lifted any object that wasn't tightly bolted down And in the eyes of all my peers it seemed that I was more a leader than the rest of all the other teens But I was still a victim too cos I was bullied hard on everyday that I attended school And it's a hardlife to juggle when your poor and broke So I would take the money from the kids who had a better hope With my bad manners masked in a bandanna Taking all the rings off ya fingers with a claw hammer Drinking thunderbrid, sitting with the down and outs And every little spliffs a tiny chip up off my daddys ounce This inner city hell is forevermore a shroud of shit And even more disturbingly, most of us are proud of it
~Razor blades twitch from a grey mist as the day twists til it splits and it shapeshifts Razor blades twitch from a grey mist as the day drifts til it splits and it's face lifts How can I refuse the invitation? To find a way to make it in the streets of desperation I guess I'm really nothing but an outcast A ghost in a machine who found his voice within a soundcard
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