[Verse 1: Upfront MC]

History starts in a dark place

Where the heart races

And scarred face man roll armed with a sharp blade

A place where too make lives have been half taken

Where the victims left on streets bleeding like sharks ate them

Feds hate them

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Ask Dave the man who lives with the dragons but can't chase them

Due to abusive heroin use in the park adjacent to the station

Loss of hues in the arm what a harsh payment

Turning his back on his demons, feeling he can't face them

Starts hating people judging him because their pasts taken

But he ain't going nowhere quick fiending for next hits

Injecting browns in his legs now his arms are septic

Change the perspective to a place that's respected

A place where money rules the heads of detectives

That they've selected

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Jason made his name by protectin' major business investments

And it's treated like he runs the city sitting comfortably

Above all the so called criminals in slum committees

Even though he's basically making money by working for bankers

Who take the money before they escape the country

Moving again to next, lady named Becks who's vexed

Feeling ashamed cause she's made to be selling sex on the streets

And she weeps because it's deep with no self respect

And no food, it's true, life gets difficult to digest

Sometimes, this world is unkind, far from bizzare

There's some cry, Becks is a young bright woman

Who starts to see the sunshine

But all she gets is a rainy reception of baby inspection

Now she's made the selection, feeling crazy depression

[Verse 2: Res One]

It all started when she moved from her mum's to her dad's plot

She's knocking shots, not stopping got in crack slots

Back drop's looking kinda bleak and she's plotted robbing cash docks

Coffin dodging, bopping back to smack squats

Lost in the promise of the high

But it's real in the field if the field's called life

Short sighted types, like to fight, find her on a grimy night

The rest is on tonight at 9 and stretched to call it right

This life that the poor are living

Some sought abort the mission

Some caught and brought to prison

But mum your son's though and short on visions

Some gone I sorely miss 'em

Victims to the draw they're given

Victims to the lord that grips them

Law that's written shitting on the poor in Britain

While the media deceives us with greed, sluts and morbid killings

Take Michael for instance, his wife and his infants

Are broke no hope in the life

Nights their lights who are flickering

No money for food who's gonna pay the bills?

Make a mil from nothing but puffing to take away the chills

Thought nothing coulda made them feel the way they did

The bailifs kicked their door through raw

To take their shit, the more they saw it made them switch

They hated it, homeless with no place to kip

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To take the shit from off their shoulders

Hold the weight that takes a major lift

Took rounds of browns and blazin' it

No purpose, feeling worthless, social service take away the kids

And blame them for they way they lived

The pain made Michael take his grip off life

And now he's blazed a bit too much and met the maker with the needle

What a waste and people say it's just the way it is

People say it's just the way it is

Yeah it's just the way it is

It's just the way it is