You Say You're Legit
But You're A Hypocrit
You Ask For One More Hit
So You Just Smoke That Shit

He Doesn't Understand
When I Smoke This Contriband
How It Feels In My Hand
This Isn't What I Planned

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Filthy Khrys, Look At The State Of You
What A Fucking Mess, What You Gunna Do?

He'll Do Anything For That Smoke
His Life Is More Than A Joke
His Family Always Hoped
That He Would Get On And Just Cope

My Usual Routine Is Getting My Dole
And Spending It, On Something I Can Roll
Then I Find Out I'm Getting Less Than These Hoes
So I Grab A Blade, And Fill Them With Holes

Now He's Not Fucked And He's Not Deranged
He Looks At What He Did, And Thinks That's Strange
Cause What He Smokes, Makes His Views Change
And It Fills Him Up To The Top With Rage
After This Chapter We're On Second Page
Next Thing He Knows He's Up On Stage
Don't Understand Why These People Dislike What He Made
So He Drops The Mic And Gets Straight On His Way

I Stood Up There And Let It All Out
'Cause Finally My Chance Had Come About
And If It Didn't Work I'd Have To Move Back South
And Find Myself Stuck In A Little Coucil House
'Cause There Is Noone Here Who Would Let Me Back In
Especially With All The Trouble I Bring
So I Guess I'm Going Back To The Mess I Was In
Before I Moved Away To Get Rid Of My Sins

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So Now We Come To The End Part Of The Story
Final Trip, Bright Colours, Like Balamorie
Started Hanging With The Harder Thugs
Then Along Came All The Harder Drugs

Now I've Injected My First Shot Of Smack
My Head Feels Heavy And Strange And All Of That
Everything's Collapsing And Falling Back
I Can't Hear Anything And It's All Gone Black

His Mum Wakes Up One Morning To Receive The Deadly Call
Filthy Little Khrys Was The Last Son To Fall
As She Sat Having A Fag On The Garden Wall
She Had Visions Of The Angel Of Death Starting To Maul

My Last Thoughts Before My Heart Stops My Blood Flow
And It Forces Me To Let Go
I've Come Here To Let You All Know
Be Careful Of The Path You Choose To Go