Armour

Well it's alright to let you be my armour now and then
Keep me close; keep me from having to pretend
Well it's alright to let you be my armour now and then

Two crates of red stripe getting wavy on the come up
Way before the underground raves through the
summer back when we were fitting six people in the saxo
Rolling the worst joints with some council and tobacco

Coming from the shire I'm bringing some bad news
Excuse my bad manners, attire and tattoos
Mass appeal but they told us it wouldn't last
On my 8th fucking summer best believe it's still class

And I'll just have some fun with it, if given a chance
They try cut my legs off, when I position a stance
On the road again hungry, I just follow my nose
And I ain't been to sleep once, steady switching my clothes

I try and level up they tell me, standing on my toes
Never had a helping hand, no labels scouting the shows
That's why I never branch out like the neighbourly type
And we just keep it Independent or whatever we like

Well it's alright to let you be my armour now and then
Keep me close; keep me from having to pretend
Well it's alright to let you be my armour now and then

Control over the district, everybody a victim
Mob mentality, poison to the system
Running wild through tower blocks and high rise
Ducking under streetlights and dark skies

It's foretold, fall from grace gracefully
Running the same race, but they just couldn't keep pace with me
No stamina, another flash in the pan
Wannabe icons, turned into working man

So it's lost dreamers, who bowed out with no merit
When life hits hard like a right hook they forget it
But you should be reminded that there's no god on these streets
And as far as music goes, I'm a god on these beats

Bow down you call it higher learning
I'm clever with my money so I call it higher earning
Forgive me if I'm sinning but I will never repent
If they tell me time is money, then that's all that I've spent

And if every day is a lesson, then the meaning is close
I fear spirits in a bottle, don't believe in no ghost
I've been lead down every tunnel with no sign of the light
So I just keep it independent, on whatever I like.

Well it's alright to let you be my armour now and then
Keep me close; keep me from having to pretend
Well it's alright to let you be my armour now and then

Control over the district, everybody a victim
Mob mentality, poison to the system
Running wild through tower blocks and high rise
Ducking under streetlights and dark skies

Royal chambers, large crowds of villains
Hollywood smiles, gold girls and fillings
Men with weak chains, wolves in sheepskin
And everybody happy in the age of spin

And we don't wake up, wake up, no blemish to the make up
Everybody shook, but nobody want a shake up
With no apology it's war up in in wastelands
By a fat cars stomach, overflowing waistbands

So conflicted, everybody divide
Either match on or get swept under the tide
If I bare witness do i have the fitness
Can I really kick this - welcome to the circus