Sir-Vere, Nathan Green and Kraze One - MK6 (feat. Kraze One)

Stepping out is like a battle field again I feel the rain
On my face and on my body overflowing from the drain
Forming constant puddles mixed with other chemicals
From the dumped rubbish bags furniture and waste materials
That leaking oils so nothing grows in the soils
Hear the cries of the alley cats scrapping in the shadows
Houses of the council tightly packed in the terraces
ct the Broken garages vandalised by the kids
Is a burnt out car disassembled by the jippos
Who routinely make patrols on the lookout for scrap metal
cs the cold winds blow the broken street light starts to flicker
In the distance theirs a figure by the shelter drinking beer
From a can in his hand looks at me and then the around
Makes intimidating sounds with my face I make a frown
So he looks back to ground before retreating to the shelter
Waiting for someone else to bother


So I proceed again unfazed as its just another drunken
Down and out from the road who for a second had of mistaken
Myself for some chump who might have been intimidated
By the sight of super tennents cans so patiently he waited
For an opportunity to size me up and test my nerve
But step to close in my direction and maybe you'll meet the curb
cn if you get the best of me then fair play but just be warned
The frustration of the lack of opportunity constantly is scorned
cnd embedded in my mind so what really have I to loose
Put yourself in to my shoes and you'll leave me just to cruse
cnd continue on my path through the urban landscape
Draped with poverty and degradation so there's no means of escape
Only option is to soldier and prepare yourself for battle
cos there's snakes at every angle both the physical and mental
Even on the spiritual you may be tested on beliefs
On the streets religion thrives and is big business

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