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when i think above my head there is no light
when i look in the mirror i see a fright
the devils temtatin me to a fight
you may not beleive me but i know that im right
you can still see stuff even without sight
i see stuff to the left and stuff to the right
i can fly higher higher than any kite
im a just 12 year old gangsta boy who made this up on the spot
IF U ARE READING TO KIDS DO NOT LET THEM SEE THIS
i live in brixton so i grow up stong
my dad smoke weed and my mum has a thong
my dad love his weed and a bit on bong
i dont know where he get this from maybe hong kong
we all have anger problems espiccily me
my little bro swears and hes not even 3
he wakes me up in the night so i dont do good at school
since hes been born ive been actin a fool
im not a poet im just a lyrical guy
makin movements and and so thers is no need to cry
see i made this up with out even thinkin
i just kept typin and my brother kept drinkin
i go to a school with loads of rats
in the lunch hall and wraped around the taps
well im over and out for now hope i win the prize lool plz
holla bk if ya think im good
But, I thought I'd say something anyways just for the heck of it.
Are your parents really that dysfunctional? Just wondering..
when i think above my head there is no light
when i look in the mirror i see a fright
the devils temtatin me to a fight
you may not beleive me but i know that im right
you can still see stuff even without sight
i see stuff to the left and stuff to the right
i can fly higher higher than any kite
im a just 12 year old gangsta boy who made this up on the spot
IF U ARE READING TO KIDS DO NOT LET THEM SEE THIS
i live in brixton so i grow up stong
my dad smoke weed and my mum has a thong
my dad love his weed and a bit on bong
i dont know where he get this from maybe hong kong
we all have anger problems espiccily me
my little bro swears and hes not even 3
he wakes me up in the night so i dont do good at school
since hes been born ive been actin a fool
im not a poet im just a lyrical guy
makin movements and and so thers is no need to cry
see i made this up with out even thinkin
i just kept typin and my brother kept drinkin
i go to a school with loads of rats
in the lunch hall and wraped around the taps
well im over and out for now hope i win the prize lool plz
holla bk if ya think im good