All my life

1977 to start this story, I was surely
Marked for glory, saw the path before me
Midwife Barbara Morley
Announces a boy 8 lbs. 6 oz., christened by father Crawley
This was before the councillors
Before I walked around the town pissed and fought with bouncers
I was just a baby, maybe a crazy
Look in the eye, a child of the 80s
Stepdad was a drunk that beat up women
Mum madly loved him and unhappy upbringing
There’s been some sights more horror van Vincent Price
Glimpsed through an infants eyes
But I keep the worse things inside
Aint cried since I was a child
My instincts to survive
So with these insights the bad things in my life
The drinks and the fights, my innocence dies! Oh the pain…

Chorus

Of my life, yeah aint nothing changed it's been the same
All my life, yeah ain't it such a shame? It's been the same
All my life, yeah aint nothing changed it's been the same
All my life, yeah ain’t it such a shame? It's been the same

Rukas does mad tablets he knocks back handfuls
Probably into black magic lighting black candles
Some of that Gambles watches mad channels
Smokes crack granules drinks Jack Daniels
Rukas it needs to be said today
You’re like an impressionable kid is easily led astray
Overdosed that fast, comatose at bars
Wait! Yo are those track marks?
Yeah I used to inject drugs just like a vet does
And maybe I begged staff and maybe I slept rough
Alongside bedbugs and didn't expect much
Nothing but head fucks!
Yo but did a load of praying no one came like Kurt Cobain's
Last moment of fame, yo I'm the same
Open a vain get over the pain
cocaine in control of the brain! Oh the shame…

Came from a bad background joined the background
but somehow, got to the point where I am at now
From grabbing your gold lockets and blanking the dole office
Too rapping with no profits, so jobless!
A lot of critics and none are impressed
How I felt? A forgotten lyricist under the stress
Now I am yelling a lot and sick of this son I’m depressed
How the hell am I not considered as one of the best?
Clever thoughts never pause but what will make the effort for
When my metaphors never get applause?
But whatever the fact is
A lot of what I say is way over the head of the average
Still I rise, kill the mics, fuck I'd be ill advised
To give it up, I ain't vanilla ice!
Your wits strange hoping for fame,
They don't know my name, my soul is drained! Oh this game…