The Pavement

[Verse 1]
What if he was black
What if he could rap without attack
What if he weren't mad
What if he had had a fucking dad
Would he have a chance
Would he pull a stance
Would he dance with hater till he makes the fucker hate him
Would he back down?
Woody: Class clown, just a toy
Ask now: would he smash mouths?
Like the world had rolled him
Hold him accountable for animals or told him
You're a council boy a council house is all your gonna get
Just like me full of regret don't forget it's for the best
On the guest list for the next 6 years
You'll be thrown around the system, broken down to tears
But, Don't try to resist, no
Or you'll never hear, the end of all the legal issues
Need a tissue
Please
Bitch, you really need not take a rest now
I'm a product of my environment
I'm only tryna live, sad violins is all I hear (bad)
Violence is all that's here
Crying to the government
Trying to get up on this
Grind it's like an oven mitt
You reach into the fire but you fall into the flames
Down below, there ya go
It's forceful remorse isn't present
I got more than 11 different
Fuckers coming round my house
Tryna pry and find out why
I'm not conforming I wanna tell 'em fork it
I wanna send 'em walking
It's boring, really think I had enough
Really think I don't give a fuck?

[Break]
I guess

[Verse 2]
I guess I'm doomed to fail
Ain't got no room to prevail
When I get crushed by the sail
Of the boat, that haled me
Heil Ale and Bail me
Outta Jail and pray for me
'Cause I know that I ain't gon be
Let out based on an ankle leash
No wait stop
Why you think I'm visualising' this path huh?
'Cause at this part I'm supposed to get far (ugh)
The underdog don't really exist, Bar, None
Is the thought of having everything you dreamed
And coming straight up from the streets
By a place where evil sleeps
And then climbing to the B list celebrities
To a place where you can relive like everything
With a lotta wealth and some friends, maybe helps to have a Benz
'Til you realise that you daydreamin' again
Maybe he begins to pull himself together
Maybe bollocks to the weather
Fuck the world, as far as he's concerned but
When you see him turned you can see he ain't the first
There's a whole fuckin' line that's right behind him
Goes as far as your very eye can see
There's a guideline that dictates what every guy can be
Every guy believes that might defeat his own expectations

[Outro]
But then when made to, he says he'll text back later
Limited by the next best player
Or in this case it's the head of state (ugh)
Either way it's fucking restless chaos
There's only one way out and I pray to
God I don't end up in the pavement