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Talking about the signs of social deprivation. From here to wherever, all man are struggling in the council estates. The poor, working lower class.

Blud, you go to sleep around here and have nightmares, wake up and find the worst reality is right there,
The difference is in my dreams I'm always running scared, but in reality on road I'm comin' prepared,
So now who's gonna wanna run up and become a goner? Everybody's gonna wanna get us but they're on a longers,
I'm still out to get the same cats from last summer, but man can't see them again, it's like they done a runner,
I'm still in the same manor on the same number, and everybody knows where I'm at and what I'm under,
I'm in the same slums, raisin' the funds, in a city where they youth mans are blazing the guns,
Just look how this 'United' Kingdom has come, we're in the council estates where mans will fight over crumbs,
You got young single parent mums, havin the hardest time trynna survive for their daughters and sons,
They're goin' out, they're youths, cos their youths are left out there! Raised by the ways of these streets without care,
Now we're havin' our fair share of gun warfare, it's all going nuts and that's just cos we score here,
People want more here, we're all on the floor here, it's raw here, can't even sleep and ignore here.

Life's kinda militant, stuck in the grime, nothing's equivilant, to this Council Estate of Mine.

I live amongst smashed syringes, squatters doors hangin' off the hinges, hookers lookin' money, all shottin' their own minges, leavin' used condoms out on the stair cases, next to the broken pipes that's left by the baseheads,
Local estate heads, have grown up to hate feds, kids with no helmets driving round on some bait 'peds,
Abandoned cars are left at the bottom of the block so when it's pissin' down, kids have got a place to plot, to cotch and blaze pot, and watch this whole spot, filled up with lost souls with no goals, that get left to rot,
And what, I don't expect you ever to comprehend is, why we're all actin' so self defensive, the neighbourhood shotters have all seen what it's coming to,
Local coppers on patrol are boppin' with a gun too,
So anyone could bun you, leave and desert you,
How long they gonna mourn when someone comes and merks you?
Try not to get shift when someone get's shiftin your work true,
When you wanna shift their ain't nowhere to run to,
The stakes are high, still the bets get placed,
Trynna find how sweet success might taste,
In a place where everybody is trynna flex,
Nobody's really gettin' anywhere, so everybody's vexed.

Life's kinda militant, stuck in the grime, nothing's equivilant, to this Council Estate of Mine.

So these are lyrics for my people, livin' on the streets who,
Know they ain't got nothin' else to retreat to,
If you gettin' food, next man will wanna eat you,
Pure bad beef just to get to delete you,
So many man nowdays are so seethrough,
Aware of their deceitful ways when they greet you,
Those who feel it know it because they've been through,
Times when their friends wanna switch up and beat you,
I never used to see it but, now I got a clear view,
Don't let no bad minded heads try get near you,
If they're not on your level, they'll never hear you,
Ain't no time to be shaken or fearfull,
If you've been through some of this evil that we do,
A hundred hail mary's ain't enough to redeem you,
All of my long time friends are crack fiends who have gone too far, but still say they didn't mean to,
Does alleviation from smoking crack relieve you?
Everybody's losing their mind and even me too,
Step into my world if you wanna catch a preview,
But don't tell a soul, cos they just won't believe you.

Life's kinda militant, stuck in the grime, nothing's equivilant, to this Council Estate of Mine.

Thanks.

 

voltion

so you copied the lyrics from Council Estate of Mind and changed the word mind to mine? i don't get it.

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