Knuckledust Years Dead
Stressed for making my own way. Breaking my back every
f..cking day. The more you try the more that some cunt
tries to take away. Uncertainty always bugging me,
paranoid, can’t trust the people I see. Been broken one
too many times, now I know all about life.
Held hope tight but felt it slipping away, slipping away.
Gone.
Twenty five, twenty five years dead to your world. For
dead is how you left me but I rose from this tragedy.
Through hard knocks, this hell called reality. Realise
everyone’s time soon gonna come.
Dedicated to everyone who gives me strength to take the
strain ‘coz live from the big smoke it never rains it
only f..cking pours.
Blood red eyes, dark grey skies. Living it, breathe it,
deal with it. London is the city we come from, spread
love is the LBU way. LBU.
