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you Sir for them few kind words, 
On my last day of school.

Oh, but my mama said, I could be a success, 
If I'd only get myself out of bed.
Words

a council estate kid, council estate kid
I aint gonna claim to be a saint, every body caught up in the same things
40-40 with the kids in the estate turned

C.H.A.V

Verse 1:
Yo, Container box, high rise blocks, some sticking needles, sniffing rocks, 
Others living to the fullest bringing guap in for

(My friend the fascist, all right, all wrong)
Y'know, I can't remember where we first met, somewhere in secondary school I'd bet
Used to see him do

level
Give me bass give me treble
I'm troubled but never tremble
Rekindled the Seven Council Fires Keepers of the Flame
Land of the Burnt Thigh
It's even

John fruciante
Smoking spliffs and popping candy
Idolising Sid and Nancy
Wooh, rock and roll in my soul
Bumping Nat King Cole, on the dole
Fish

quick.

Insecure to be for sure, when only a few at school have fewer.
Need to save in safes cos lately dropping hot rocks in my top no cure.
Crime

(always complain)
No matter how late I be startin' my day
These racks still gotta get made (gotta get made)
From the council flats, back on the estate

and dismantle any rapper in traffic
I get arousal from the council cuz I'm lounging and laughing
Y'all been loud up on my name cuz I ain't lounging in your

classic, this that old school
Tuesday in November like the only public restroom
First you stand in line, then you proudly rock the booth
Then you get

I was just a young buck, growing up quick
Catch a flashback,we were livin that shit 

I grew up on a council plot
Aint have a lot but my jam was

a BIG CHAIR like
T'Challa
Wit the council
I pray for the homeless
They say don't wait for the moment
Hey thanks for the warning
I say grace in the morning

rotten scoundrel
On the Southside
In a BIG CHAIR like
T'Challa
Wit the council
I pray for the homeless
They say don't wait for the moment
Hey thanks for