[Verse 1 - Chester P]

I was raised on some daisy age mandates

Razor blades twitching like a geriatrics handshake

Popping pills to deal with all the pills I popped

Go ask my doctor if my troubles are for real or not

Back in school I was sort of like a rabid rat

Chewing at the fabrics of my future and its habitats

In my class all I ever got was bitter looks

Cause most of the other kids I was robbing for their sticker books

I was trouble from the moment I could understand

Money was the ruler of their mother fucking wonderland

Dirty vices had me sucking on a lug o' haze

Freshening the air inside my head before I dug my grave

As a child I was feeling like a distant star

Burning up in outer space but not before I stripped your car

Fuck a therapist who saw me like some kind of test

I’m trying to figure out who really needs their mind assessed

I was possessed by the devil in a powdered form

Every time I sniffed a line it seemed a thunder cloud would form

I was warned of pulling faces when the wind would change

And always had a yarn that I could spin before the kindles came

I guess it’s all another tale of relativity

Growing up to learn how to channel creativity

This inner city Hell's forevermore a shroud of shit

And even more disturbingly most of us are proud of it

[Hook]

Razor blades twitch from a grey mist

As the day twists 'til it splits and it shape shifts

Razor blades twitch from a grey mist

As the day drifts 'til it splits and its face lifts

How can I refuse the invitation

To find a way to make it in the streets of desperation

I guess I’m really nothing but an outcast

A ghost in a machine that found its voice within a soundcard

[Verse 2 - Farma G]

I raised myself on some psyche Tyler anarchy

Sitting on my own like the whole world was mad at me

And in my room I stashed a knife fit for Jason

Smoked until the green had filled the room with all the blazing

I couldn’t understand the politics of teaching

Cause screaming at a kid who didn’t listen ain’t appealing

My every move was scrutinised and the teacher said

That I was not the problem in fact it was just all my friends

Tagging corridors and raiding up the canteens

And in the summer holidays proceed to leave the school in flames

I roamed upon the underground

And lifted any object that wasn’t tightly bolted down

And in the eyes of all my peers it seems

That I was more a leader than the rest of all the other teens

But I was still a victim too

Cause I was bullied hard on every day that I attended school

And it’s a hard life to juggle when you're poor and broke

So I would take the money from the kids who had a better hope

With my bad manners

Masked in a bandana

Taking all the rings off your fingers with a claw hammer

Drinking Thunderbird sitting with the down and outs

And every little spliff's a tiny chip off of my daddy’s ounce

This inner city Hell's forevermore a shroud of shit

But even more disturbingly most of us are proud of it

[Hook]

Razor blades twitch from a grey mist

As the day twists 'til it splits and it shape shifts

Razor blades twitch from a grey mist

As the day drifts 'til it splits and its face lifts

How can I refuse the invitation

To find a way to make it in the streets of desperation

I guess I’m really nothing but an outcast

A ghost in a machine that found its voice within a soundcard