Lyrics
He live around white pickets and politicians
Work for a company who traffic ammunition
In the Middle East, somewhere in between
A kid scratched off his cereal to sell in the streets
Go to work on a Monday and give him the brief
Go to buy a trade stock for a dollar he need
Greed got him blocking out all the moral decay
Property made, ignoring the cost it'll take
On a Sunday at church, keep holding the faith
Deep down struggling, pray to god he can change
Took his family on a holiday from the blood money
While the mother burying her only son in the grave
On a Friday, stressed by the life that he lives
Don't relate, hate himself for the hell that he brings
Justifies it, suit and tie abusing the K
Want top grade, cut up from a council estate
So he hopped in the Benz after finishing late
The slum benches to cop rocks and empty the brain
Dozed off when the sun came in, he woke up and drove away
Next week go and do it again
Yeah, link the cause and effect
Two ends of the string connect
Never know where it ends
Try to make sense of it if you can
When men get left
Slipping in the depths of the mess
Yeah, link the cause and effect
Two ends of the string connect
Never know where it ends
Try to make sense of it if you can
When men get left
Slipping in the depths of the mess
Conjuring thoughts of son of war in the slum he was born
A gun for porns, learnt to run when the hunger was formed
The summers dawn, months spending cunts for the cause
Funds to force, leave me slumped if he dumping the corn
In love with it all, never seem to stumble or fall
Slumbers in the night when the lines off
One eye focused on the knife by the night box
Thinking about that time he should have lined on
Wonder where life's gone, shit went left
Cigarettes and a tidbit of press
Watching nits pushing up a pin into their flesh
Sit and guess, so many of us lived up in the mess
Had dreams of kicking ball, red emblem on the chest
And this is back when Dennis was the best
Now he just a menace to the ends
Come a long way from them tenners and the Benz
Couldn't listen to his bredda with the pen
I'd have hoped he chose better in the end
But the line don't lit up to get up he measures pain
Got a text when his rich fella said he belling by the bench
Yeah, link the cause and effect
Two ends of the string connect
Never know where it ends
Try to make sense of it if you can
When men get left
Slipping in the depths of the mess
Yeah, link the cause and effect
Two ends of the string connect
Never know where it ends
Try to make sense of it if you can
When men get left
Slipping in the depths of the mess