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Skinnyman - Council Estate of Mind

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Around about now is the weekend, bro! Saturday. None other than the happy day, so I'm about to do it the hairy way, the Mud Fam way.

Talking about the science of social deprivation. From here to wherever in the council estates the men are struggling, the poor lower working class.

Blud, you got to sleep around here and have nightmares. Wake up and find the worst reality is right there. The difference is, in my dreams, I'm always running scared. But in reality, on road, I'm coming prepared. So now who's going to want to run up and become a goner? Everybody's going to want to get us, but they're on a longers. I'm still out to get the same cats from last summer, but man can't see them again. It's like they've done a runner. I'm still in the same manor on the same number, and everybody knows where I'm at and what I'm under.

I'm in the same slums raising the funds in the city where the yute man are blazing the guns. Just look how this United Kingdom has come within the council estates where man'll fight over crumbs. You got young single parent mums having the hardest time trying to survive for their daughters and their sons. Be coming out their yutes 'cause their yutes are left out there. Raised on the ways of these streets without care. Now we're having our fair share of gun warfare, and it's all gone nuts and that's just 'cause it's poor here. People want more here. We're all on the floor here. It's raw here. Can't even sleep and ignore here 'cause life's kind of militant. Stuck in the grime. Nothing's equivalent to this council estate of mind.

We know that we have been living our lives through the hardest times. Still we know that we must keep up the faith in our hearts and minds.

I live amongst smashed syringes. Squatters' doors hanging off the hinges. Hookers looking money for Bobby. Shotting their minges. Leaving used condoms out on the staircases next to the broken pipes that's left by the base heads. Local estate heads have grown up to hate Feds. Kids with no helmets driving around on some bait peds. Abandoned cars are at the bottom of the block, so when it's pissing down kids have got a place to plot to cotch and blaze pot and watch this whole spot. Full up of lost souls with no goals who get left to rot.

And what, I don't expect you to ever comprehend is why I got all acting so self defensive. The neighborhood shotters have all seen what it's coming to. Local coppers on patrol are bopping with a gun, too. So anyone could bun you. Leave and desert you. How long they going to mourn you when somebody merks you? Trying not to get shift when shifting your work true. When you want to shift there ain't nowhere to splurt to. The stakes are high. Still, the best get placed. Trying to find how sweet success might taste. In a place where everybody is trying to flex, nobody's really getting anywhere, so everybody's vexed. Living life kind of militant. Stuck in the grime. Nothing's equivalent to this council estate of mind.

We know that we have been living our lives through the hardest times. Still we know that we must keep up the faith in our hearts and minds. So these are lyrics for my people living on the streets who know they ain't got nothing else to retreat to. If you getting food, next man'll want to eat you. Pure, bad beefs just to get to delete you. So many men nowadays are so see-through. Beware of their deceitful ways when the greet you. Those who feel it know it because they've been through times when their friends want to switch up to beat you. I never used to see it, but now I got a clear view.

Don't let no bad-minded heads try get near you. If they're not on your level, they'll never hear you. Ain't no time to be shaken or fearful. If you've been through some of this evil that we do, a hundred Hail Marys ain't enough to redeem you. All of my long time friends are crack fiends who have gone too far, but still say they didn't mean to. Does alleviation through base and crack relieve you? Everybody's losing their mind and even me, too. Step into my world if you want to catch a preview, but don't tell a soul 'cause they just won't believe you. The life's kind of militant. Stuck in the grime. Nothing's equivalent to this council estate of mind. The life's kind of militant. Stuck in the grime. Nothing's equivalent to this council estate of mind.

We know that we have been living our lives through the hardest times. Still we know that we must keep up the faith in our hearts and minds. We know that we have been living our lives through the hardest times. Still we know that we must keep up the faith in our hearts and minds.

Video Details

Duration: 5 minutes and 14 seconds
Country: United Kingdom
Language: English
License: All rights reserved
Views: 459
Posted by: eslhiphop.com on Jun 23, 2013

This video is part of ESLhiphop.com's learning series. Skinnyman is a rapper from the UK, and his songs are usually autobiographical. Council Estate of Mind was released in 2004 as a solo album. He is also in a group with other MCs. I do not own this music, the lyrics or video.. Used for educational purposes. All Rights Reserved.

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