You Might Be Scared

We have some deep and pressing issues

Life's a strain, we go against the grain
They don't help us and they wonder why we sell cocaine
I'll probably join the twenty-seven club like Kurt Cobain
Winehouse an' Hendrix-we're one and the same
Albert said my death'll be my claim to fame
So I knock back cans of K to help me on my way (Yeah)
I watch Sky News to see what's happening today (Uh)
But it's always the same (Uh), nothing seems to ever change (Uh)
Politicians tryna' do us up the arse again
That dirty cunt David Cameron still working brain (Slags)
They're putting taxes up and making cuts, and shifting blame
They rinse our cash on their expense accounts, they've got no shame
As the youth up-rising, youtes are rioting, looting, burning, fighting
Don't know why you find it so surprising (Yeah, yeah)
The promise of free shit to a broke kid's just too exciting (Yeah)
Plus the feds are frightened (Uh), everyone's now realising (Uh)
You say you blame the parents?
I say don't be such a cunt
It's not just shitty dads and mums that make them turn to drugs and guns
We need education (Uh), not social segregation
I thought equality was the foundation of our great nation
It seems it's just a load of bollocks to keep the poor patient
They're so full of shit: it's verbal defecation
We need money to live; not an Olympic stadium
They're all a bunch of pricks and so are the fucking pigs (Yeah)
Tripled uni fees, stopped EMA like it was cool
All that says to me is you don't want poor kids to go to school (Yeah)
I knew that shit like this would happen under Tory rule
I should have voted but they're all the same so fuck em' all
Violence started 'cause you killed a man in cold blood
Said it was a shoot-out? He didn't fire a slug
Left four kids with no father, that's wrong
They're growing up so angry, the cycle carries on

My dreams are celestial
Success is infinitesimal
Had chances but I messed it all
I feel like I never got blessed at all (Yeah)
Behaviour is unacceptable
Mum said go church, confess it all
But I bet my left testicle: I wouldn't make it through the vestibule
I shot pills at festivals
Kids eat them up like Festivals
So morally objectionable
I prey on who's susceptible
Just tryna to move my decimals
Ain't trying to make bare decibels
Past got me acting sensible
Sniffing seems nonsensical
Crash should have made me a vegetable (Uh)
But the devil made me invincible
And damn near un-arrestable (Yeah), so there's no need to be respectable
But best of all: gave me the voice to address you all
Stood here back against the wall
Solo but with friends to call
My art's conceptual (Yeah)
Some say unconventional
I say I'm individual, and high of coke residual (Hah)
But everyone's so critical and so fucking analytical
But that's sort of hypocritical, considering
The last verse I was spitting in
The pile of drugs that I'm sitting in
Free speech God bless Britain-n
Give me super kings, give me Virilin
King size slims, some red string, got a white ting
Real pale skin, call her Marilyn
She's the one I see my self marrying, love the extra weight that she's carrying
We get the bricks from Bogotá
Mad sick like we had Cholera
Get rid of the ball like Kolarov
Pipe's burning like a Molotov
Man talk about it but they're gassed up just like the
Sorry to be so coarse but, I got to get my message across, cause