Lyrics Council Estate of Mind - Skinnyman
Talkin'
'bout
the
science
of
social
deprivation
From
'ere
to
wherever
in
the
council
estates
the
mans
is
strugglin'.
The
poor
lower
working
class.
Blud,
you
got
to
sleep
round
here
and
have
nightmares,
Wake
up
and
find
the
worst
reality
is
right
there.
The
difference
is,
in
my
dream's
I'm
always
runnin'
scared,
But
in
reality,
on
road,
I'm
comin'
prepared.
So
now
who's
gonna
wanna
run
up
and
become
a
gonner?
Everybody's
gonna
wanna
get
us,
but
they're
on
a
longers.
I'm
still
out
to
get
the
same
cats
from
last
summer,
But
man
can't
see
them
again,
It's
like
they've
done
a
runner.
I'm
still
in
the
same
mannor,
on
the
same
number
And
everybody
knows
where
I'm
at
and
what
I'm
under,
I'm
in
the
same
slums,
raisin'
the
funds.
In
the
city
where
the
yute
man
are
blazin'
the
guns.
Just
look
how
this
United
Kingdom
has
come,
Within
the
council
estates
where
man'll
fight
over
crumbs,
We
got
young
single
parent
mums,
Havin'
the
hardest
time
tryn'a
survive
for
their
daughters
and
their
sons
Be
comin'
out
their
yutes,
cause
their
yutes
are
left
out
there,
Raised
on
the
ways
of
these
streets
without
care.
Now
we're
havin'
our
fair
share
of
gun
warefare
And
it's
all
gone
nuts
and
that's
just
cause
it's
poor
here.
People
want
more
here,
We're
all
on
the
floor
here,
It's
raw
here,
can't
even
sleep
and
ignore
here,
Cause
life's
kinda
militant,
Stuck
in
the
grime,
Nothin's
equivillent
to
this
council
estate
of
mind.
We
know
that
we
have
been
living
our
lives
through
the
hardest
times,
Still
we
know
that
we
must
keep
up
the
faith
in
our
hearts
and
minds.
I
live
amongst
smashed
syringes,
Squatters'
doors
hangin'
off
the
hinges,
Ers
lookin'
money
for
Bobby,
shottin'
their
minges.
Leavin'
used
condoms
out
on
the
staircases,
Next
to
the
broken
pipes
that's
left
by
the
Base
Heads.
Local
estate
heads,
have
grown
up
to
hate
Feds,
Kids
with
no
helmets
drivin'
round
on
some
bait
peds.
Abandoned
cars
are
at
the
bottom
of
the
block,
So
when
it's
pissin'
down,
Kids
have
got
a
place
to
plot,
To
cotch
and
blaze
pot,
And
watch
this
whole
spot,
Full
up
of
lost
souls
with
no
goals
who
get
left
to
rot.
And
what,
I
don't
expect
you
to
ever
comprehend
is
Why
I
got
all
actin'
so
self
defensive.
The
neighbourhood
shotters
have
all
seen
what
it's
comin'
to.
Local
coppers
on
patrol
are
boppin'
with
a
gun
too.
So
anyone
could
bun
you,
Leave
and
desert
you.
How
long
they
gonna
mourn
you
when
somebody
mercs
you?
Tryin'
not
to
get
shift
when
shiftin'
your
work
true
When
you
wanna
shift
there
ain't
nowhere
to
splurt
to.
The
stakes
are
high,
still
the
best
get
placed.
Tryn'a
find
how
sweet
success
might
taste.
In
a
place
where
everybody
is
tryin'
to
flex.
Nobody's
really
gettin'
anywhere,
So
everybody's
vexed,
Livin'
life
kinda
militant,
Stuck
in
the
grime,
Nothin's
equivillent
to
this
council
estate
of
mind.
We
know
that
we
have
been
living
our
lives
through
the
hardest
times,
Still
we
know
that
we
must
keep
up
the
faith
in
our
hearts
and
minds.
So
these
are
lyrics
for
my
people,
Livin'
on
the
streets
who,
Know
they
ain't
got
nuttin'
else
to
retreat
to.
If
you
gettin'
food
next
man'll
wanna
eat
you,
Pure,
bad
beefs
just
to
get
to
delete
you.
So
many
man
nowadays
are
so
see-through,
Beware
of
their
deceitful
ways
when
the
greet
you.
Those
who
feel
it
know
it
because
they've
been
through,
Times
when
their
friends
wanna
switch
up
to
beat
you.
I
never
used
to
see
it
but,
Now
I
got
a
clear
view,
Don't
let
no
bad
minded
heads
try
get
near
you.
If
they're
not
on
your
level
they'll
never
hear
you
Ain't
no
time
to
be
shaken
or
fearful.
If
you've
been
through,
some
of
this
evil
that
we
do,
A
hundred
Hail
Mary's
ain't
enough
to
redeem
you.
All
of
my
long
time
friends
are
crack
fiends,
Who
have
gone
too
far,
but
still
say
they
didn't
mean
too.
Does
alleviation
through
base
and
crack
relieve
you?
Everybody's
losin'
their
mind
And
even
me
too.
Step
into
my
world
if
you
wanna
catch
a
preview,
But
don't
tell
a
soul,
cause
they
just
won't
believe
you.
The
life's
kinda
militant,
Stuck
in
the
grime,
Nothin's
equivillent
to
this
council
estate
of
mind.
Life's
kinda
militant,
Stuck
in
the
grime,
Nothin's
equivillent
to
this
council
estate
of
mind.
We
know
that
we
have
been
living
our
lives
through
the
hardest
times,
Still
we
know
that
we
must
keep
up
the
faith
in
our
hearts
and
minds.
We
know
that
we
have
been
living
our
lives
through
the
hardest
times,
Still
we
know
that
we
must
keep
up
the
faith
in
our
hearts
and
minds.
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