Lyrics Missing Links - Plan B
Look
out
my
front
door,
what
do
i
see,
Another
likkle
yoot
on
the
street
shottin
weed,
It
wont
be
too
long
before
that
yoot
is
shottin
smack,
Sellin
heroin
to
his
bredrins
and
dat,
Makin
fast
cash,
thinkin
hes
goin
places,
And
he
will
be
straight
after
the
court
cases,
He
thought
the
streets
would
bring
him
glamour
and
fame,
But
now
hes
locked
up
and
noone
remebers
his
name,
(Cos
you
know)
Its
alright
just
how
easily
people
are
forgotten,
One
minute
your
heading
for
the
top,
You
dont
ever
look
like
stoppin,
Then
suddenly
you
find
yourself
right
back
at
the
bottom,
Thas
life
though,
and
so′s
gettin
cut
with
a
knife
so,
Watch
your
step
if
you
dont
wanna
get
blood
on
your
nikes
bro,
'Cos
these
streets
will
have
you
up
when
you
least
expect
it,
You
say
you
dont
fear
death
but
you
know
you
respect
it
[Chorus]
Time
is
missing
links,
Chucking
you
right
back
in,
Feels
like
somethings
missing,
yeaa
Time
is
missing
links,
Chucking
you
right
back
in,
Feels
like
somethings
missing,
yeaa
I′ve
seen
my
best
friends
cry,
I've
seen
my
best
friends
die,
I've
had
my
best
friends
lie
about
how
there
doin
fine,
I′ve
had
so
many
best
friends
in
my
time,
And
most
of
them
i′ve
lost
to
smokin
white
lines,
I
aint
no
stranger
to
drugs
i've
had
my
fair
share,
Had
my
head
up
in
the
clouds
like
a
fucking
care
bare,
Chattin
all
dat
raah
care,
yea
im
jus
experimentin,
MDMA
LSD
amphetimins,
all
da
rest
of
dat
shit
dat
goes
wid
it,
Why
is
it
everyone
who
does
drugs
finks
they
know
everyting
dere
is
to
know
about
life
already,
Jus
by
sittin
on
their
setee
doing
drugs
infront
of
the
telly,
Finkin
there
heavy,
′cos
dey
live
their
lives
like
dat,
High
on
crack
what
sort
of
fucking
life
is
dat?
Whatever
happend
to
your
dreams
and
aspirations
blud,
Now
the
highlight
of
your
day
is
masturbation
blud,
[Chorus]
Time
is
missing
links,
Chucking
you
right
back
in,
Feels
like
somethings
missing,
yeaa
Time
is
missing
links,
Chucking
you
right
back
in,
Feels
like
somethings
missing,
yeaa
You
only
end
up
in
the
gutter,
if
you
live
your
life
on
the
curb,
Or
if
you
choose
to
take
it
one
step
further
then
the
herb,
The
shit
is
gettin
worse,
its
always
been
like
this,
Lifes
a
game
of
give
an
take
an
people
take
the
right
piss,
I've
seen
a
most
self-righteous
a
man
fall
off
the
wagon,
and
start
chasing
the
dragon,
It′s
funny
how
now
there
the
ones
with
the
problem,
Look
how
much
their
big
fuckin
mouths
have
gone
and
cost
them,
Used
to
be
the
type
that
looked
down
on
man,
Now
their
inhaling
toxins
through
a
biro
and,
Its
ironic
dont
you
think
that
5 years
back
the
same
cats
are
now
on
crack,
They
didnt
even
used
to
drink
now
there
the
missing
links,
In
the
world
of
wasted
talent,
could
of
been
great
now
there
just
making
up
the
balance,
Musicans,
artists,
writers,
authours,
Gymnasts
athletes
footballers,
Bare
peeps
i
used
to
know
that
could
of
turned
pro
now
the
only
game
they
play
is
the
one
on
road,
Wether
it
be
drug
pushin
shopliftin
or
prostitution,
Some
sort
of
instution
seems
like
the
only
solution,
Stop
the
manour
lookin
like
some
kinda
mardi
gradis,
This
guy
cause
on
the
corner
askin
if
you
wanna
party,
Its
narsty,
drivin
through
the
ends
its
like
a
safari,
Dont
get
out
of
your
car
unless
you
got
crackhead
kamakazi
(kamakazi)
[Chorus]
Repeat
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