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growing up times where hard growing up has left me mentaly scarred

my postcodes is bt28 a place full of drugs violence and hate

so please dont be a fucking mug and decimate you anit my mate

dont ever come round here trying to emulate

what the fuck goes on in this estate

you could be killed and tortured by your own mates

well guess what now its too fucking late

every road leads to those pearly white gates

shit guess you mother fuckers could call it fate

grew up in knockmore estate derailed in this mind state

in school i was the retard for my teachers i had no regard

it was cool every day in school i would break the rules

and the teachers didnt know what to do they didnt have a clue

so they put me in a corner ok off i go sir to think and stare

from that moment i became mentally stronger fuck this im a gooner

started skipping school taking drugs and staying out longer

became an alcoholic and a weed smoker occisinal coke snorter

next minute im selling drugs on the corner cop shows up

well guess what mother fuckers now i need a lawyer

cop says dont worry we will provide one for ya