A Grey Mist

[Verse 1 - Chester P]
I was raised on some daisy age mandates
Razor blades twitching like a geriatrics handshake
Popping pills to deal with all the pills I 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 its habitats
In my class all I ever got was bitter looks
Cause most of 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 mother fucking wonderland
Dirty vices had me sucking on a lug o' haze
Freshening 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 powdered form
Every time I sniffed a line it seemed a thunder cloud 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
Growing up to learn how to channel creativity
This inner city Hell's forevermore a shroud of shit
And even more disturbingly most of us are proud of it

[Hook]
Razor blades twitch from a grey mist
As the day twists 'til it splits and it shape shifts
Razor blades twitch from a grey mist
As the day drifts 'til it splits and its 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 that found its voice within a soundcard

[Verse 2 - Farma G]
I raised myself on some psyche Tyler 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 until the green had filled the room with all the blazing
I couldn’t understand the politics of teaching
Cause screaming at a kid who didn’t listen ain’t appealing
My every move was scrutinised and the teacher said
That I was not the problem in fact it was just all my friends
Tagging corridors and raiding up the canteens
And in the summer holidays proceed to leave the school in flames
I roamed upon the underground
And lifted any object that wasn’t tightly bolted down
And in the eyes of all my peers it seems
That I was more a leader than the rest of all the other teens
But I was still a victim too
Cause I was bullied hard on every day that I attended school
And it’s a hard life to juggle when you're poor and broke
So I would take the money from the kids who had a better hope
With my bad manners
Masked in a bandana
Taking all the rings off your fingers with a claw hammer
Drinking Thunderbird sitting with the down and outs
And every little spliff's a tiny chip off of my daddy’s ounce
This inner city Hell's forevermore a shroud of shit
But even more disturbingly most of us are proud of it

[Hook]
Razor blades twitch from a grey mist
As the day twists 'til it splits and it shape shifts
Razor blades twitch from a grey mist
As the day drifts 'til it splits and its 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 that found its voice within a soundcard