Let me take you through the life of a boy living-his-teens,
On an estate in london, ridden-with-fiends,
The type of people with not a smidgen-of-dreams,

Who were either criminals or just risen-as-thieves,
In a way, Daniel was lost-from-the-start,
In his ends the crime rate was off-of-the-chart,

Mum was an alcoholic, Dad's a tosser-and-half,
His $#&@ing family were drug addicts or locked-behind-bars,
But all the same, Danny had a talent from a young-age,

He loved writing, could spend hours with one-page,
When told it would take him nowhere he was unfazed,
Convinced he'd be a real artist at some-stage,

But for every dream he had the bubbles-were-burst,
As he grew into his teens the struggles-were-worse,
Started dealing like his brothers and troubles-emerged,

Selling !@%!e instead of weed for double-the-worth,
And all he saw as important was building-his-rep,
Making money getting drugs, gold, silver-and-skets,

Helping his mum where he could with the bills-and-electric,
'Til his passion for writing and dreams were killed-in-effect,
He was slacking at school, and hadn't written-in-months,

The only time that he rapped now was spitting-with-chumps,
Talking about knives and crime as they'd sit-in-a-bunch,
He'd act like them to blend in but was sick-of-the-cunts,

Deep down, this wasn't how he'd pictured-his-life,
He'd always wanted to write, and be addicted-to-mics,
But now every day he lived seemed insipid-and-like,

A bad dream he couldn't wake from thick-in-the-night.....

Verse 2:


By 16, he felt like he was loosing-the-plot,
He'd let himself down the same road as youths-in-his-block,

And he knew now that most in his shoes-had-been-shot,
Locked up, or left in the block using-the-rocks,
He was sitting down with a letter stuck-in-his-hands,

Telling how he'd been expelled for a couple-of-grams,
Of cocaine found in his school locker-and-Dan,
Was now thinking stuff his exams, and $#&@-all-his-plans,

Yeah getting his qualifications would-of-been-great,
But he felt like he was trapped and he couldn't-escape,
Could of changed when he was younger but he shouldn't-of-waited,

Now he couldn't see one thing good-in-his-fate,
Every day he was getting by on five and tenner-bits,
While his mum was trying to survive-on-benefits,

Not bothered to move from where her wine-and-stella-sits,
Most days now, he'd just get high-and-reminisce,
Back on the days when he could of made-a-change,

When he was free to choose from a major-range,
Of prospects to get a job, and be paid-a-wage,
Or build up his skills and have his tracks played-on-stage....


Verse 3:


Then one night, Daniel was shotting-a-draw,
He'd not even got too far from shutting-his-door,
When 3 boys nearby watched him stopping-and-saw,

The drugs he was holding and started bopping-towards,
Straight away he knew they were up for having-a-fight,
2 were shouting "What you got" and one was grabbing-a-knife,

He tried fighting them back, he wasn't having-a-slice,
Of it but that didn't stop the biggest from stabbing-him-twice,
As he fell, he wished he could of paused-to-retreat,

Wished he could of changed everything he saw-through-the-sweeping,
Images of his life flashing before-him-at-speed,
'Cause he was now just another lost cause-to-the-street,

He wished he had of changed his ways-and-practiced,
On his talents, now he'd spend every day-on-his-raps,
Could of had fans out there playing-his-tracks,

But he was bleeding to death on the street laying-collapsed....