My Moving Picture

Life, Camera, Action.
Here’s a snippit of my life and
just a fraction of the shit I’ve seen in Dagenham.
Growing up, but now I’m blowing up,
the plot is not complete until I take you all for randsom.
Welcome to my moving picture,
Like a brief life into mother whistler,
I’m tryna Skunk and Rizla.
Come towards me when I shine my eyes inside a twister,
full up with memories of everything I’d ever wished for.
Never done, never did, but then again
to not regret is like to never live.
And kids are kids.
I was 14 when I saw the first stick,
I’d ever seen apart from a weapon and a gangster flick.
At that time a lot of friends got on an angry tip,
then I realised this manner had some bad habbits.
Whore houses, crack dens and smack addicts,
money made from hard drugs crazy mathematics.
Meanwhile, I got caught inbetween a rock and a hard place,
watching certain men trying to be scarface, only to end up with a scared face
in this harsh place.
For a young man the things that I’ve seen,
can seen that they’re from a movie scene.
From horrors I won’t even dare to talk about,
to shit that they never taught me in school about.?? the streets showed me,
there’s many sharks in this ice cold sea.
For a young man the things that I’ve seen,
make it seem that my life is like a movie scene.