Short Story
Posted: Fri Sep 28, 2007 4:09 am
growin up in Glasgow its strictly tower blocks and tenements
we`re seen as irrelevant, stuck in poverty we live off state benefits
born into broken homes all the kids used to idolise the hardest guys
i thought my mates dad was fly until the day he got stabbed and died
my cousin ran the place, always caught a case we used to call him Scarface
life at a fast pace, he ended up with a scarred face and nearly died in a car chase
now im 13 years old just another wannabee thug,
brains honestly fucked, actin reckless i wanna see blood,
fuck school i wanna smoke skunk, got my booze im so drunk
i`ve got a knife tucked down my front just to prove im no punk
now about 15 rollin with a gang but we aint bloods and not crips
no drug deals or hot whips we aint got shit, startin to think i wanna stop this
but all of a sudden shit starts to escalate quick,
tensions rise theres a lotta hate with the next estates kids
this is our area and its on if you wanna remonstrate bitch,
and we`ll take a golf club to ya head just to demonstrate it
plenty violence, nights in cells but i didnt loose my stride
but again in the back of my mind i thought i could just hide
hell naw fuck that, i cant back out now i got too much pride,
plus they know my face anyway so aint nothin to do but ride
then one cold winters night some dude tried to take this life
my crew robbed his brother n he was tryna make shit right
people think takin a text loss hurts, let me tell ya a knifes worse
shame it took one in my stomach to realise what my lifes worth
cause life sucks when ya slumped on the turf ya gotta hope for the right luck
fuck tryna fight tough,
cause it aint pretty with a sliced gut and a bloodsoaked nike shirt
we`re seen as irrelevant, stuck in poverty we live off state benefits
born into broken homes all the kids used to idolise the hardest guys
i thought my mates dad was fly until the day he got stabbed and died
my cousin ran the place, always caught a case we used to call him Scarface
life at a fast pace, he ended up with a scarred face and nearly died in a car chase
now im 13 years old just another wannabee thug,
brains honestly fucked, actin reckless i wanna see blood,
fuck school i wanna smoke skunk, got my booze im so drunk
i`ve got a knife tucked down my front just to prove im no punk
now about 15 rollin with a gang but we aint bloods and not crips
no drug deals or hot whips we aint got shit, startin to think i wanna stop this
but all of a sudden shit starts to escalate quick,
tensions rise theres a lotta hate with the next estates kids
this is our area and its on if you wanna remonstrate bitch,
and we`ll take a golf club to ya head just to demonstrate it
plenty violence, nights in cells but i didnt loose my stride
but again in the back of my mind i thought i could just hide
hell naw fuck that, i cant back out now i got too much pride,
plus they know my face anyway so aint nothin to do but ride
then one cold winters night some dude tried to take this life
my crew robbed his brother n he was tryna make shit right
people think takin a text loss hurts, let me tell ya a knifes worse
shame it took one in my stomach to realise what my lifes worth
cause life sucks when ya slumped on the turf ya gotta hope for the right luck
fuck tryna fight tough,
cause it aint pretty with a sliced gut and a bloodsoaked nike shirt