Grafters Pain

Concrete jungle, as a kid I was free to roam
I used to go far out no time when I'm coming home
Nothing in my pockets, 1 oyster half split comb
On the roads like a loner, no ringtone what's a phone cuz?
Outside with not one agenda, caressed by fakes and pretenders
10 man on venture
Used to black box Vespas, kick-start whatever was best cuz
Hot wire ripped up my leathers
Used to kick ball still got tekkers
Every day spent time perfecting
To think I could make it, odds like escape from a slave ship
But they call me Rare I ain't basic
Then that road life knocked at my door
It came with a nice proposition
"I'm sure you don't wanna be poor
You wanna be that key in the ignition"
I signed that contract without flinching
Not a tad care for the small print
Or how a long bird stretch like Dhalsim
Engaged in everything
I used to rob man for anything
Target the rich like Robin did
Then ghost from the scene like Robyn did
This is some poet shit
Sing this like the fallen hymn
Remember me like the fallen King
The same way you'll remember my only sin
It's a game I'll play
If it's chess do I need someone to lay as a pawn?
Grew in the streets, I reside with the poor
I got sick of this shit, £15 on a Nokia phone
I hit the streets for the middle class folk
Foreigners welcome on my line
Asians clear me all the time
Them times my mind weren't right
Big dreams but I live for the moment
Life was a constant erosion
As a kid thinking how to cope this?
Mum played 2 roles and coped it
But I feel like a Dad for my siblings
I really hold the wheels like Michelin
Time flying quick gotta level up
Cos I've seen what's it like as a sitting duck
When you're in a big pond, gotta try ur luck
Just don't let this life consume you up