The Agitated

Dirty Dike

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    Age nought, I was born straight to the stage floor
    My mum’s mates were the audience I played for
    Age four when my dad went to prison
    I was mad but until he came back I didn’t miss him
    Age seven when I opened that front door
    And made heaven from the parent that I just saw
    And mum thought it was better that she let him in
    It gave me the biggest lesson that I ever lived
    Developing, age eight I was left sad
    I made mates and was graced with a step dad
    Twelve years I was already smoking weed
    And felt fear plus the law was a joke to me
    So graffiti absorbed my attention
    I thought I could mess and distort my reflection
    Walked the direction of war and rejection
    I'd scrawl on the desk on report in detention
    One four I was thinking school, what for
    Man I got thoughts plus I could sit about and shot draw
    So I bunked of done a lot of graff in enough spots
    Fuck cops! Dust off my cash for the skunk crops
    It was just a way of life with the mates of mine
    Standing in the face of fights and the baitest crimes
    I always wondered what my life would be worth
    Now I strive with the perks that my life should deserve

    So fuck having a job and fuck ladies
    I'm just grabbing my knob enough lately
    A cunt gambling what you just gave me
    Trust you? Maybe
    Fuck you, pay me
    So fuck having a job and fuck ladies
    I'm just grabbing my knob enough lately
    A cunt gambling what you just gave me
    Trust you? Maybe
    Fuck you, pay me

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    When I was born I never did cry, I think I might have yawned
    Bright eyes shining wide at all the sights they're for
    By the time they cut the chord I was a handful
    And as soon as I could walk I was a vandal
    I hit the ground running and by the time I was eight or nine
    I spent my play time stepping through my state of mind
    I was a strange brainy child but a thoughtless kid
    Me and my mates were naughty shits and teachers thought I was thick
    The first time the mic was held I was age twelve
    I swear to God I raised hell plus the angels fell
    I slay brain cells with weed and my teenage life
    Was our curriculum trying to slay our creative drive
    But I refuse to lose, cartoons and ill tunes
    And garms is all I wanted, that’s all I did and still do
    I learned a thing or two and got a few to learn
    And the rent that I earn? Some I might just deserve

    So fuck crashing in squats, I'm up daily
    Not having a job is just lazy
    Skuff man, I will not give up quickly
    Trust you? Bitch, please
    Fuck you, tick me
    So fuck crashing in squats, I'm up daily
    Not having a job is just lazy
    Skuff man, I will not give up quickly
    Trust you? Bitch, please
    Fuck you, tick me

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