I can't leave my bed as I'm always half asleep,
Got no nice munch so I never eat.
N I toke like a chimney til I can't breathe,
So I'm a mental wreck n I've always been.
But I hate myself but that's alright,
N I drug myself to get through the night.
And I tell myself that's its no blight,
That I'm a paranoid mess but I'm always right.
I used to 2 b a bandit n always on the run,
Slept in cars but only if I had a gun,
I had cooch on call if I wanted some fun,
But I hate the light so I stayed out the sun.
See the life I lead is pressure on the soul,
N I think I've spent half of it, on the rock n roll.
Need to love myself coz my bodies getting old,
N it only takes an hour to spend 2 weeks dole.
I think I've been put, on too many ban lists,
Even the NHS ban my rhymes, it takes the piss.
Yanks think I elected Trump, what a bunch of tits,
Of course I'm a disinfo agent, on multiple no-fly lists.
So everybody hates my guts n that's alright,
I sometimes get mardy, so I like to fight.
Hopefully I'll take enuff meds to sleep 2nite,
Don't count on it, coz my brain keeps on a light.
I'm a pale white anaemic, other people's bloods flowing in me,
Been stabbed so much, got far 2 many scars 2 see.
N when I cop a charge I always bag a plea,
Coz blue mattress cells seen 2 much of me.
So nobody loves me but that's alright,
N someone might love me n that's their plight.
I love the pain of being stuck with chivs, n that aint right,
But TBH no1 gives 2 flyin fucks, about my shite.
So I don't give a shit, what ppl think no more,
But I'm still a gent n will hold open a door.
I may no longer be rich so it's hard being poor,
But cud be worse, at least I don't sleep on the floor.
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