He walked thru the streets with no respect for authority
Starting from the bottom affected by poverty he thought about robbery,
He knew if caught the judge would come down heavily, so no fuck that
He thought, too much negativity, so on he strode trying to think logically.
Raised in the old Moss Side district on a diet of mean plus restrictive
Every one he knew was getting into the drug business.
His initial belief was to go against this, he could see his community
Dropping into a precipice. Got a kid on the way and no job to get paid
Gotta do something people looking to me to do something
40 hour week on a minimum wage, Thatcherite ways, fuck the dumb ting.
He gonna go against his instinct jump on the latest craze
His clothes had seen better days, time to get paid, forgive me Lord.