Life's Fucked Up

[Intro] 2008...fucking depressing mate [Verse 1] I'm from the dirty Dagenham blocks Where the children are taking or serving rocks And the main ambition is to be swerving the cops Cause they wanna serve drugs not herd in a box And a headshot will make a body turn on the spot Round here it's more fucked than an old nonce perving off You see the old bill following your vehicle Behind you, can't see in the rear-view You best start turning off Then buckle up and start burning off It's 2008 killings every other day so welcome to the UK Where you can get moved to for two flakes That's a regular occurrence Every other day theres a similar disturbance Blue and yellow placards advertise murders Committed by kids with knives and big burners But that's the cards we've been dealt Can't help but feel a little sorry for ourselves Kids are getting killed every day It's not a game like the Commonwealth This is common knowledge and still they don't wanna help Kids don't care about life like Heath Ledger Cause they ain't seen no better You could get stabbed for two tenners And jacked for your brand new New Era Around here there's more crime than Stella in a landlords cellar We need to make a few changes Maybe Eastenders should be a little bit more like Shameless Cause thats how it really is Instead of some overpaid amateur actors Running round on the square like fucking idiots They know nothing about east end affiliates It's war round here, forget peace, it's war round here You'll get shot or bora'd round 'ere [Hook] Yeah, life's fucked up, sometimes I had enough They'll try fuck you up, like an R1 bike that's collided With trucks and the drivers divided and cut (x2) [Verse 2] I'm from one of the poorest places in Britain Where people get robbed and possessions go missing Way before I ever hit the air waves spitting I was chilling in the dirty old stairway with piss in Kids sitting on the street corner dealing If he's got money they'll be willing to jib him I can't wait to get away from this shit and say good riddance Cause there ain't nothing great about Great Britain And if there is then it's hidden I ain't never seen it I just can't believe it Pinch me I'm dreaming And now I'm coming out the pub fucking steaming And seeing two fat slags fighting and screaming I'm lighting my spliff with my green in Just another Friday evening Blood alcohol levels increasing And I've smoked too much weed If you need me then I'm breathing And leave your boys greening [Hook] [Verse 3] I've gotta get back on it See a deck with my track on it My flows like crack on it They keep coming back for it Waving their money for my CD's I'll tell em get fucked If they're coming for some freebies Cause I ain't got nothing to give I'm just fucked when I spit Tell'em suck on a dick Behind Beckton and bargain ??? You'll get hotted with the tip of the sniff Even if you're minding your own business Or bunning a spliff, I'm down on my music I know a few man around town that get down With the gun and the clips And start letting off bullets If you're running your lips As long as I spit I'll continue to punish these pricks Yeah I'm from the slums where the scumbags live You could be approached by a scumbag And he could be two foot tall But with a three foot chiff Yeah it's just the life that we live Nines and clips, kids putting knifes in ribs I'll let the road man vibe to this Because they know how vital it is Just to make the fucking ends meet And fuck being friendly I'm driving around in an old school stolen Fiesta Because I ain't got no money for my Bentley But that's only temporary That way I spit bars is elementary [Hook]