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Let me rap this one and tell you exactly how it is

Nowadays I live my life on a day to day basis,
Cos everyone in the whole fam's got cases,
Roamin' the streets that are full of the screw-faces,
Resortin' us back to the blocks, on the stair cases,
We hope we don't have to face the racists,
Who wanna try erase us and take our papers, Laters!
For what my whole council estate is, dwelling in the city on top of these sky scrapers,
Me? I keep a watch over the whole of my acres,
From those who wanna take us, from 5-0 to fakers,
Cos all we're trynna be is money makers so we might have had a chance to escape from some of these derelict places,
We're livin' life at fast paces, it's like we're gutter rats trynna contend these rat-races,
So best to tighten up ya laces, cos this year I'm steppin' up a gear to fast for you to chase us,
You think I'd wanna stick around this time, and wait for a crackhead to beat my mum down? To get a phonecall saying 'just bring your money now'?
I don't love the sound of what these haters wanna do to me, that's why I'm not giving them, any opportunity,
For me it's not about all of the money and the jewelry,
Survival of the fittest is life, so now it's you or me,
And I don't wanna move away from the flats, but that's the only way for me to get away from these cats,
I sit and wonder why the fuck it has to be like that, and wonder what it would have been like if we blew up in rap,
But that's a dream, and me, I put reality first, and yeah it's real that these fiends want to steal your mum's purse,
Does it seem, like this whole manor is cursed? Like the bubble is boiling and it's ready to burst, this generation's getting worse,
These youth man are comin' up, nothin's out there for 'em so they just don't give a fuck,
And they ain't got nothin' to lose on them, they're out there, late nights, confused again,
You put your feet in their shoes for them, and you see what you can do for them, and you too might screw for them, and this ain't really nothin' new for them, but man like you will probably label them a hoo-li-gen,
To live good or bad, but me, I used to rob cos the hood's so bad, dressin' in rags, with the tags, you know my hood is mad,
We worry about gettin' beat up or stabbed, we don't worry bout the man who came to shoot up our dad,
The dreams we used to have are gone, for those hopes are basic needs, now we're in the bottom of the barrel trynna fight for life's necessities,
This older man is takin' time to give advice to me, trynna show me just how nice my life could be, I'd like to share the vision, but all I'm seein' is a man on a mission,
My streets are full of friction, and you can check my diction, it get's deep everywhere that-you-go, cos there's snakes everywhere, in every ghetto you go.


Kinda sad writing these, I can't really be bothered to go through and explain everything, it's just about my life.

Thanks.

Calling it 'Estate of Mind'.

 

imported_SmokeytheBandit

Smokeythebandit

Coolguy

Maybe you can relate it to your life but this is not your work. And it's already called 'Day to Day Basis' by Skinnyman. Check out the posting guidelines..

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