The Greatest Story Never Told

As a kid, I didn’t really do much
I went school, all I did is play two touch
In the break times cigarettes were twosed-up
With yoots who abused my shoes ‘cos they ain’t new, but
My Mum and Dad never knew about the part where
You can’t wear the clothes that your brother wore last year
And in my class there was times I could pass tears
I passed fears and I learned to be a fast breh
‘Cos when I come home all battered up and bruised again
I couldn’t tell my Mum that they were picking on my shoes again
And Mum and Dad they were fighting over loot again
There wasn’t any food and all the money’s went on booze again
And I was young and depressed trying to live a lie
Didn’t want to talk, all I’d ever do is sit and write
It’s either that or I’ll be out trying to nick a bike
With a couple cats who want the money just to lick a pipe
I’m sick of life, too young to try and get a job
Sick of telling God how I’m longing to be better off
And tellin’ posh kids, “Your rings, blood, get ‘em off”
To tell the truth I felt like I’d said enough
We hit a phase where we all used to run with blades
Underage doing pills in the jungle raves
We was living out the pains of our younger days
The broken homes, the abused and the runaways
I don’t sleep well at night – and it’s no surprise
I still see dead friends when I close my eyes
I still play back the scenes of my own demise
We was young tryin’ to lead out a soldier’s life
Then I started hangin’ round with some older guys
Dedicated to devestating open mics
We was fresh from the street and straight in it like
Jump on the stage getting’ booed ‘cos my skin is white
Next month went back and I’m still as white
But when I rapped, they clapped ‘cos my skill is tight
My reputation was fierce, I battled many men
I’m from the Bury, the bury-an and so we buried them
And in the cream of the crop I lived the Muddy Fam
In it for the love of the game and not the money man
And we was working the caves and sittin’ bunnin’ grammes
Night came working the stage for half a dozen fans
Another chapter in The Greatest Story Never Told
Another merit we inherit from the pen I hold
And we develop for a minute then the vision’s stalled
And I was there throwin’ weed over prison walls
We was deep in the street and deep poetry
Back when the Mud Fam was Skinnyman, and Mo and me
We’re selling weed from the morning till I go to sleep
Comin’ up with new techniques just to show I’m deep
And me and Farms we decide to divide the throne
MacBaynes’ came along and took the title home
We put out voice to the outdoors on Lowlife
Brainz was a nice guy we want to help him grow like
Keep the money man, it came from our souls like
Put it in your business, we’ll earn from our shows right
And we ain’t rich but we dedicate our art to love
He took the money now his memory is hard to jog
He talks politics, talks like his heart is God’s
But at the same time he’s ripping all his artists’ off
I got disheartened, I didn’t wanna work no more
I wasn’t sure how to figure out my worth no more
I go on tour to pay bills but I’m dirty poor
I know they know when it’s time I’m gonna burst their door
And every rhyme that I write is rehearsed for war
Fully versed, I emerge with a thirst for more