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A Grey Mist
Chester
I was raised on some daisy age mandates
Razor blade twitching like a geriatrics handshake
Popping pills, to deal with all the pills I'd popped
Go ask my doctor if my troubles are for real or not
Back in school I was sort of like a rabid rat
Chewing at the fabrics of my future and it's habitats
In my class all I ever got was bitter looks
Cos most the other kids I was robbing for their sticker books
I was trouble from the moment I could understand
Money was the ruler of their superficial wonderland
Dirty vices had me sucking on a blunt of haze
Freshining the air inside my head, before I dug my grave
As a child I was feeling like a distant star
Burning up in outer space, but not before I stripped your car
Fuck a therapist who saw me like some kind of test
I'm trying to figure out who really needs their mind assessed
I was possessed by the devil in a powedered form
Everytime I sniffed a line it seemed a thundercloud would form
I was warned of pulling faces when the wind would change
And always had a yarn that I could spin before the kindles came
I guess it's all another tale of relativity
I'm growing up to learn how to channel creativity
This inner city hell is forevermore a shroud of shit
And even more disturbingly, most of us are proud of it
~Razor blades twitch from a grey mist
as the day twists til it splits and it shapeshifts
Razor blades twitch from a grey mist
as the day drifts til it splits and it's face lifts
How can I refuse the invitation?
To find a way to make it in the streets of desperation
I guess I'm really nothing but an outcast
A ghost in a machine who found his voice within a soundcard
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Farma
I raised myself on some ?????? like anarchy
Sitting on my own, like the whole world was mad at me
And in my room I stashed a knife fit for Jason
Smoked up all the green and filled the room with all the blazing
I couldn't understand the politics of teaching
Cos screaming at a kid who didn't listen ain't appealing
My every move was scrutenised and the teachers said that
'I was not the problem in fact it was just all my friends'
Tagging corridoors and raiding up the canteens
And in the summer holidays proceed to leave the school in flames
I roamed up in the underground and lifted any object that wasn't tightly bolted down
And in the eyes of all my peers it seemed that I was more a leader than the rest of
all the other teens
But I was still a victim too cos I was bullied hard on everyday that I attended school
And it's a hardlife to juggle when your poor and broke
So I would take the money from the kids who had a better hope
With my bad manners masked in a bandanna
Taking all the rings off ya fingers with a claw hammer
Drinking thunderbrid, sitting with the down and outs
And every little spliffs a tiny chip up off my daddys ounce
This inner city hell is forevermore a shroud of shit
And even more disturbingly, most of us are proud of it
~Razor blades twitch from a grey mist
as the day twists til it splits and it shapeshifts
Razor blades twitch from a grey mist
as the day drifts til it splits and it's face lifts
How can I refuse the invitation?
To find a way to make it in the streets of desperation
I guess I'm really nothing but an outcast
A ghost in a machine who found his voice within a soundcard
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