Rebel-Ghetts

I don't give a f**k my brudda, I never have I'm straight from the gutter my brudda, we never had We living on a budget - holes in the rooftop (what else?) Room full of buckets, it's getting bad Things could be worse I suppose, school trips, school kids Cursing my clothes, is it the same in every house When the curtains are closed? (daydreamin') I'm in a world of my own (I ain't leavin') It must be because I hate my reality, that's why I'm on the verge Of embracing insanity, put me in a padded room Throw away the key and let me escape the anarchy I can't take it, I turn my back on the world I can't face it, RayBan gang fam Can't see my eyes cause I'm on my dark shades sh*t (Ray Charles) Black everything, you can ask David Cameron if we're living in the dark ages Black everything, you can ask David Black everything, you can ask David Black everything, you can ask David Cameron if we're living in the dark ages I'm a rebel Always have been Where I'm come from it's a mad ting Standing in my Stan Smiths Stamping on the canvas for action All I acquired from the riot Is people are sick and tired of being quiet Dying to be heard That's why there's fire in my words I don't give a f**k my brudda, I never will Straight from the gutter my brudda, rare real Living life like "f**k it", living life like there's nothing To live for but the money I'mma keep it one hundred The hunger inside is what drives us That's why there's youngers inside who are lifers They say love is blind so you might just Fall in love with them crimes that'll blind us And I'd be lying if I said I wasn't out late Around H, scales out, another ounce weighed More pounds made, sounds great Salts under my tongue, my mouth's laced So many feds chasing me down the ground shakes Helicopters, bikes and cars chasing So many officers behind, my heart's racing