Reality Is Sinister

Reality is sinister
People welcome you with open arms an piss on ya
Every snake is similar
They take enjoyment from the pain that they administer
And life's realities couldn't be more vivider

I understand that life's never tranquil
Hard to handle,
A place of a whole life time of hardships,
So why be thankful
I can't manoeuvre like they tied my ankles
The bottom line is that life's a shambles
So let's get it straight
The only way to make papes is getting rid of weight on bate estates
Pre-determined fate
These kids don't plan to be shotters,
And scam plotters and armed robbers,
The systems proper got us round the bollocks,
Under scrutiny and penniless usually,
Nah this ain't half the place it used to be,
Due to the way the country's run so we need to start mutiny,
Urban decay has left scars on our community,
Visible for all to see, the MP's are stealing money off of you and me,
Professional criminals, wonder why we turn to gun and knife crime,
Cos of all the hard earned cash
That they deprive us of in our lifetime.

The bible said that man is equal
If thats the case then why am I fucking broke
And why are they flossing my papes
When we go to get doe they just throw us in jail
Its like they don't want us to succeed
They just want us to fail,
I'm trapped within the beasts mouth and I've gotta get out,
I don't know honestly how but I won't let 'em swallow me down
I'm not like these clowns that follow around mugs that can't spit
You daft prick, you start shit, you'll hollow in a dark ditch
The way they've got us entrapped in a prison,
Nobody actually listens, cracks in the system too many bad decisions
And their impairing what we see in our vision
Youll get transferred to a different division, with no precision
Holding hidden talents that I've written,
And my main decision was to remain consistent and make a difference.

Reality is sinister
People welcome you with open arms an piss on ya
Every snake is similar
They take enjoyment from the pain that they administer
And life's realities couldn't be more vivider

Backstabbers hate the progress
Writing bars with no sense, Devs has got 'em so tense
Locked under pressure in the chains of the system
They can't compete, they talk big, but their frames inconsistent
Reality is sinister thats the one thing I know
So lay low upon these roads where the gunfingers blow
So keep your weed in your balls,
And if he's shotting then there's need for a tool
So keep it close to you, do what your supposed to do
Cos life don't supply guidelines,
When you leave school you work cold streets in the high rise
Take a look at my life,
Not in school anymore I'm like damn look how the time flies
I'm nearly a man, and if I don't blow then Ill get as near as I can
And if I do blow Ill come back and appear with the grands
Ill see heads in the manor keep on cheering for mans
Thats what we do it for, best know O.T we do it raw