A Craigneuk Pavement Poet

I came from the gutter out of a beutifull mother,
if anyone ever touched her I would easily murder.
It was'ent hard growin up in a so called town of muck,
never had much luck but still had to make a buck.
So I turned to crime thinkin it'd be fine,
but after a while I was'ent make'in a dime.
Cause a was smokin up my profit's, just thinkin fuck it,
no more money in buckets and none in ma wallet.
But the police can't get me, cause they just don't see,
ther's a line of wanna be's waitin behind Mr Bob T.
Seen many brother's fall, for no reason at all,
been pressed to a wall with snow down ma ball's.
And I've travelled the world so ma life's fufilled,
no more kitchen's to build and no more people to be killed.
Am in a generation where ther's less hospital's than prision's,
it's a fucked up situation where everyone's on a mission,
To screw each other, even sister's and brother's,
it's worse in this gutter where they'd shoot their own mothers.
In this drugged up culture people start to look like vulture's,
they'd soon as cut ya than worry bout their own future's.
Gettin out a here and away from all this fear,
go without a tear, to somewhere not so near,
gotta change ma way's and find brighter day's.
Crime does'ent pay cause a done it the wrong way.
A pavement poet I might be,
but you aint all better than bobby t,
A pavement poet I might be,
but am gonna be someone, just you wait and see.