Ruff Life.

[Jay Da Jackal]

Imagine livin life hard, when ya poppa hits ya mum hard,
Livin with a backyard, no garden it's all tarred,
Concrete jungle, my crib wasn't humble,
Got 13 year old girls, in low cut skirts,
With 2litre of beer down the neck n buoyz tryna get a fumble,
Alcoholics surround me, empty wallets around me,
I tried to run away but the 5 - 0 came lookin and found me,
Took me back to my parents, momma had a black eye,
The 5 - 0 were suspicious, so they asked momma why?,
She said a fight in a club, when it was really daddy drunk full of Bud,
On her white shirt was the blood, that won't wash out like the mud,
I'd die if I could, hang myself off the wood,
I sit alone and I cry, asking myself why,
Daddy downstairs high, momma out spreadin her thighs,
I'm alone every night, whilst Daddy's out in a fight,
He could'nt give it a rest, the Police had a warrent fo arrest,
Momma had to get dressed, 2 a.m. down at the station Daddy's a mess,
He's stupidly caressed, a woman in a thigh-high dress,
Her man sees this threat, his head breaks out a sweat,
He reaches out past the bar and grabs the biggest bottle he could get,
Walks over to Dad, the guy's gone $$$$ing mad,
My Daddy says he did'nt realise and offers a hand and says it's my bad,
The punk hits him over the head, liquid starts to pour unfortunately its red,
Daddy collapses to the dancefloor concussed can't hear a thing this guys said,
By now he's bled, life hanging by a thread,
The ambulance comes, a sight you see often here in the slums,
Daddy's head has numbed, his eyes slighly closed and bloodshot,
The doctors look in his pockets for rock,
All they find is a rizla, two cigs and a back of white dust,
A stolen credit card he don't realise he's still concussed,
My momma has no trust, why should she he's all rust?,
Momma or Daddy I ain't fussed, both parents are both just,
Pointless and irresponsible, by now mum's finished talkin with chief constable,
We share each others hate and the guilt,
Like we share the one bed and one quilt,
My house the $$$$test thats been built?
Damn the bricks are all on tilt,
I go home still starvin, like that kid in South Park, Marvin?
And I put my head down, askin momma to move up,
As I fall gently to sleep, wishin I'll never wake up

[Stryder.9]

Yeah Im feeling it Jay..