f*** the end of the tunnel, I need the light now!
by Syntactic
Nerves stripped bare, i feel naked,
Temptation in single doses,
I fight my need to take it.
Consistent uncertainty we never know if we gonna make it,
Wastin our youths standin around pool tables, listening to fool's fables,
Sippin beer, of course that winning number is just gonna appear,
Tata ma-chance, just one more wage advance,
I'll pay it all back, All i need is one more blackjack.
What you really need is a fat smack, your child clothed in a refuse sack,
The government never had your back,
Stop tellin me you deserve it cos you black,
Relyin on yor melanin is a sure way to lack,
You put yo kids on the corner sellin crack,
You need to take responsibility but you just step back.
As expected, the help that you need is rejected,
Its only the lust for waste i see in your eyes reflected.
You moan and groan, f*** instant forgiveness, you need to atone,
Repent for your families sake, work your fingers to the bone.
We dont need another brand clone, teach your child the value of thought,
Open your eyes to the riches beyond what your money bought.
Lay-byes, accounts and home loans only serve to distort,
The conspiracy is real, you dont even see the trap in which you caught.
We're ALL lost now, cos we forgot its the TRUTH we sought.
At the end we all cry cos we see our lives hav come to NOUGHT!
