Cast your stones

Poke your nose in my events like you sat front row

I'm poking holes in your story, The fact is you don’t fucking know

Where I'm from you’ve tried to glorify

In my slums I’m failure personified

Fuck you and fuck your friends too

And fuck everything you thought you knew

About me and what I've seen and everything I've been through

Suburban prodigy but you talk about “hard-knocks”

What do you know about long nights in a small box?

Who the fuck is you?

So when I see you, you know you’re not like me

When I confront you, you’ll have forgotten how to speak

Coward