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Sorry
sorry if I got in your face,
you think I'm not a person, just a disgrace.
a crip that's more than two joint's worth of smoke,
whilst you stick another piece of wood in my throat.
I'm sorry if I was a disappointment at school,
when I was told to walk would be real cool.
they were more screwed up than me, I know and realise.
whilst with all my bad reports they never once learned to emphasise.
sorry for being low down screwed up so angry I could vomit,
whilst all your values came from another cosmos.
or maybe another comet.
sorry if you can't, or won't handle this crazy shit,
but whatever happens, I've got to write it.
so step back and soon your brain will split.
I suppose it's all old news.
but between this life of excuses and stupid thoughts,
fucking the system is a matter of course!
so this crip is stopping his thoughts of guilt
because that is how our destruction is built.
I'm non-violent with a lyricists force,
next time you want to hurt me just remember
all aint what it seems,
before your confusion becomes too extreme.
sorry for all I've done I don't buy all your bullshit
you fed me in school.
so when all comes to all, I'm not going to apologise,
it's time for you educators to fucking realise
and put your heads in incinerators.
by STREETCRIP
copyright © 2001.
all you crips - DOWN IS UP!
to all you original crips - keep the street under our wheels, don't sell out, no deals,
because only we can free ourselves. We need a real support network, not just for us but
for all PA's as well, nuff said.
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