South-West Life

We live that middle-class, brittle life

That middle centered, simple life

A life away from the city

But not far enough for your pity

Hop in the car, we are in Sydney's South-West

Not far enough West to go full bare-chest

Not far enough West for a full meth-fest

Not far enough West to be a full dole-pest

Well thanks for that, I guess, we're blessed

But we ain't rich neither, we ain't rich snobs

More people my age deal drugs than have jobs

And a night watch for the suburbs, who think they're all cops

Running around, ratting on kids, in they're Facebook mobs

 

Misinformed, bored housewives just looking for a thrill

Little do they know they're son could probably sell them a couple pills

Everyone knows everyone, I'm surprised secrets don't spill

It's hard to know who's genuine, and who actually wants to chill

To those who run and spread the word, like all news is personal

Like really? If someone smokes weed is that really on you?

My mates know the go, we're a pretty tight knit crew

We know who's a bro, we know those who are real and true

We know who has our backs and those who are ready to screw

But those few who are true, you can always turn too

 

This is South-West life, it moves at a slower pace

It ain't filled with grace but it's better than the rat race

Seven days a week, someone's getting spaced

Or off their face on a case, or on something that's laced

But don't base the whole truth on my spoken word

Most of this is blurred beneath the surface

The top appears clear, like epidermis

Many will say I'm full of shit, I'd like another diagnosis

Cause my outrageous statements may sound atrocious

I guess the purpose of this rap is be aware,

Shit hides beneath the surface

Cause South-West life ain't lifeless if you've noticed