 Yo, show off, Brucey, don't flop, 2015 Listen Yo, so you could be in the wrong place at the wrong time And get your throat slit with a long night It's a crazy world full of gobshots and wrong rights Seems like a long life, trapped inside my mortal frame Wondering if when my body's rotten will my thoughts remain But who cares, grab your toast and tea for one of your best shirt 20 or 9 to 5 so you can get your rents worth Paint the streets brown and white so you can get that fresh merc But it's the money worth ruling your whole life if you get mercs Say life's a bitch or we'll get chirps Approach it with a cheeky smile, some flowers and a fresh shirt Convince it you're the man about the land that you'll impress her If you really believe in what you've preached then you will get heard Not trying to live my life asking myself why I didn't go for it Would you rather be working for the business or be owning it Feels like it's about time I started focusing Been here 23 years, feels like I ain't got shit to show for it Except tired eyes of wild mind and some fresh kicks Most days seem to be dead shit, can't seem to handle the best bits I ain't usually on a depressed tip, feel like I deserve more I'm trying to elevate the list to con the first floor In this 6 billion story tower of life where someone Rise to the top and someone cower and die Walking the footsteps of the devil or the shadow of Christ Don't make your own path to follow and allow all the hype Power of mind is essential Express my thoughts on instrumental stabbing through my young heart with a pencil To beat matches the blood pools in my temple We go together like cats drinking kestrel like bad teeth To a dental practice ahead of rapping I'm levels passing Try and test my language, getting flat like you're stepped in traffic Still I came off the beef like leather jackets No man got a chip up on the shoulder but they never back it It's that boy from the little town Man used to try to take me for a clown but they listen now I'm gonna bring it to the boy while you simmer down Catch me in the studio developing a bigger sound Chilling with the clouds I'm gradually lifting I've been grafting and spitting or relaxing or chilling And if they say that sleep is the cousin of death Being alive must be the cousin of actually living Fam its madness in Britain They push webpages to our eyes and now the media is making the divide And there's invisible planes leaving trails in the sky And when the homeless take shelter they've replaced the floor with spikes What the fuck's the world coming to? Blatantly a mockery It's 2015 still over half the world's in poverty And the only thing that people pray for is a lottery Imagine spending that cash on building some equality And at school they try and treat you like a div They only teach you how to work, they don't teach you how to live They don't teach you no respect and they don't teach you how to give They teach you how to get a job, become a slave and then they kick you out Leaving misbehavours and slower students to live in doubt Get a job, hit the catch, sell out odds, flip out aunts Work a job you fucking hate or end up feeling prison banned Shit the way we're forced to live has got me feeling down But still I do what I gotta do Gotta live my life to the fullest, I'ma pop the roof There's no hope, I don't vote and I don't watch the news Even if I try to make a difference it would not improve I selfish as that, I see my ignorance as bliss Don't get it twisted, I'm a hypocrite, not an idiot A hypocrite, all alone with my views looking Another motherfucker that moans, still I do nothing Bruce