[Verse 1 - Chester P]

I feed off the script 'till I sleep in the crypt

The street ain’t a lie, I'm dying to live on this old main drag

Serving up bags, bottle half empty

Clothes like rags, spike in my sock that's life on the blocks

Forced into crime, thrown in a box

Dressed like kings, living like dogs

The street’s like a swamp infested with crocs

The young grow quick at the crack of a whip

And fight for the crumbs like rats on a ship

We try to survive, there's no where to hide

Police watch us and get dirt in their eyes

And blood on their hands

From slaughtering lambs

For grazing the grass, wе eat where wе can

'Cause we're starving to death

Close to the edge, I've seen too much

Tears blood red

There's no justice just us and police

And life's so hard it can crush your beliefs

They push and they push until we push back

And streets run red like blood on the track

There's mud on my hands digging in the dirt

Car alarms ringing, kids bunning herbs

Victims of victims dead in the curb

A man so hungry they go catching birds

[Chrous]

Life on the ends

Where the yutes want peng, spends and new T10’s

Rides, gems and gangster trends

And that’s life, life, life on the ends

In the J to the U, N to the K

Y to the A, R to the D

Junkyard music all night long

And if it ain't that street don’t sing that song

[Verse 2 - Farma G]

Crackhead roams the flats begging man's door

I saw him, just downstairs from my window

Jammed here fiending a bone, so we smoked one

Right there sat in a car that the kids stole

Madness, yutes are wild and I swear that I've seen them

Beating some kids unfairly, the same age as my son

And that's too young

Suffering abuse from the ones who got loose

Tried to talk wisely like elders who’ve shown me

From young I was shown how to act life correctly

Same way unruly, truly outrageous

But these days infectious anger selects us

Juiced up, sweets and crisps got 'em wiling

Little child, outlaws, mouth like a dustbin

Paradise man on the manor, wolf snake eyes

Christ ain't an option 'cause God's got a price too

Old school Hoxton twats think it's retro (Na blud)

Hand me down jeans full of big holes

Three kid families destined for dole queues

Shoes from the Oxfam got through two use

[?] turned him a criminal

Life on estates where money is the principle

Turned him into a criminal

Life on estates where money is the principle

[Chorus]

Life on the ends

Where the yutes want peng, spends and new T10's

Rides, gems and gangster trends

And that's life, life, life on the ends

In the J to the U, N to the K

Y to the A, R to the D

Junkyard music all night long

And if it ain't that street don't sing that song

And that's life on the ends

Where the yutes want peng, spends and new T10's

Rides, gems and gangster trends

And that's life, life, life on the ends

In the J to the U, N to the K

Y to the A, R to the D

Junkyard music all night long

And if it ain't that street don't sing that song (Baby)

Don't sing that song baby