2005 Songtext
von Mic Righteous

I left school when I was fifteen
No one at home to tell me get clean
I got a job washing dishes for a living wasn′t in it
So I quit it how I did it was a mystery
They always told me I'd do nothing right
Everything you touch you fuck up that′s another lie
I used to sit and wish
I used to wish I lived another life
I used to wish


I used to picture me on that big screen spitting 16's
But this industry isn't what it seems
Artist lying say they flying but they floating down shits creek
They judge me cause I′m from the other side
But they don′t understand what the country's like
Nosy neighbours know each other
Ain′t no keeping secrets undercover
Tell us all they tell another
Nowhere to run and hide
My brother's reputation smothered mine
I wasn′t Mac I was Tax bruv
And don't fuck with him
Man′s brother is a mad nutter he's a world champion
Got two world titles in his trophy cabinet
That's one family you don′t wanna ramp with
We was known for scrapping
I was never known for rapping
Back then I was anti-social couldn′t interact
I had no companions but that meant no distractions
So I did what I loved picked up the damn pen
I was tryna salvage broken faggots
I was on meth, I was on shan, I was on X
And I can't forget Nas and Em and Pac
I was a crackhead
Talked to Frank and I ain′t been back since

I left school when I was fifteen
No one at home to tell me get clean
I got a job washing dishes for a living wasn't in it
So I quit it how I did it was a mystery
They always told me I′d do nothing right
Everything you touch you fuck up that's another lie
I used to sit and wish
I used to wish I lived another life
I used to wish


I used to know this one boy from around my way
And I was jealous of his local buzz
We genuinely thought that he was blowing up
I was always better but no one would ever know it
Cause in the ends he′s the only one with access to a vocal booth
We had a mutual friend who can vouch for me he knows it too
You don't know him take my word for it you know it's true
You don′t know him take my word for it you know it′s true
I saw em both and they approached me on a casual one
Ben introduced us like "Harzi blood this is Tax bruvva
The boy can rap y'know
You′re both very different styles but
Might match on the same track bruvva"
He said it's cool bruv it′s all love
I'mma take your number and call ya
We all spud then dust
Later the same day he calls up
You got a place we can write
He′s like "Right here it's all done I got a spot
With a studio but it's in a squat"
I′m like "What it′s in a squat
Ah fuck it if the mic works it's so what
Is it your place"
"Nah mate it belongs to this boy from Margate
You know Jack Lambert"
"Oh Jack Lambert"
"Yeah Jack Lambert that′s mandem
Class A they been raising hell round our way
They go hard way"
"Nah cool I'mma roll through"

I left school when I was fifteen
No one at home to tell me get clean
I got a job washing dishes for a living wasn′t in it
So I quit it how I did it was a mystery
They always told me I'd do nothing right
Everything you touch you fuck up that′s another lie
I used to sit and wish
I used to wish I lived another life
I used to wish