| Good heart, bad breed
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| Living in the ill manor but we’re no Plan B
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| Mummy got Christ, Daddy got a vice, not surprised
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| He ain’t tryna follow no pipe dreams
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| Nature or nurture is destiny, real
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| If this estate had lakes and green fields
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| And he went Eton and Oxford too
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| Would monkey see, monkey do like you?
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| Fine line between obstacles and excuses
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| But a thick skin will still bump and bruise
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| And when you need them blue kickers and new creps
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| Special brew, won’t get you dressed for school
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| You won’t find seashells in East End
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| But you might see shells in East End
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| There ain’t no pier or no rock here
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| But most of your peers will sell rocks here
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| Survival instinct’s a must
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| You hug that road, but road don’t show love
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| Leave that place before you get stuck
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| Can’t wait till your wake before you wake up
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| This place ain’t changed
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| (There's still a war going on inside of a defeater’s mind)
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| This place ain’t changed
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| (A man’s home is his castle, but freedom lives outside)
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| Winners and losers
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| (Yep, the manor’s a no-go, T-shirt weather but mandem are so cold)
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| Is it better?
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| (Out here to out here)
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| We came up in the same ends
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| Bought sweets with the same pence
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| Pot luck, or was I god-blessed?
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| If I couldn’t rap, would I be in the same mess?
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| Postcode, blame the postcode
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| But a strong mind’s like a vacation
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| The power of escapism
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| If you ain’t dreaming, then you ain’t living
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| Fork in the road, which way’d you wanna go?
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| Trust me, bruv, I know the ropes, gotta make a plan though
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| But you’re in too deep, gotta keep your fam afloat
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| And just cause we don’t speak, don’t mean I wanna see you go
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| And you can blame me, but that’s eating up a hole
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| Now your sister’s on the phone, me and Smithy had to go
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| To your hospital bed, with the tumour up in your nose
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| It was really touch and go while I was there
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| Where was the ends then?
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| You won’t find seashells in East End
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| But you might see shells in East End
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| There ain’t no pier or no rock here
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| But most of your peers will sell rocks here
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| Survival instinct’s a must
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| You hug that road, but road don’t show love
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| Leave that place before you get stuck
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| Can’t wait till your wake before you wake up
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| This place ain’t changed
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| (There's still a war going on inside of a defeater’s mind)
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| This place ain’t changed
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| (A man’s home is his castle, but freedom lives outside)
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| Winners and losers
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| (Yep, the manor’s a no-go, T-shirt weather but mandem are so cold)
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| Is it better?
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| (Out here to out here)
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| The manor
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| Invisible walls that never fall
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| Learn to climb before you crawl
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| Don’t get stuck here
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| Man-made or mind-made?
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| Don’t be a statistic, blaming ghetto physics for holding you back
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| Eternal strength versus external influences
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| Victim or victor?
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| The manor
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| Concreted souls
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| Cheap industry folk
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| We share the same roads but not the same code
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| Low self-esteemers, Mercs and Beemers
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| Small winners
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| It-is-what-it-is-ers
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| But you deserve more
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| The manor
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| Throwing bricks at glass ceilings
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| Do or die
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| He who dreams with open eyes is alive
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| This place ain’t changed
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| (There's still a war going on inside of a defeater’s mind)
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| This place ain’t changed
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| (A man’s home is his castle, but freedom lives outside)
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| Winners and losers
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| (Yep, the manor’s a no-go, T-shirt weather but mandem are so cold)
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| Is it better?
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| (Out here to out here) |