CASisDEAD - You Might Be Scared lyrics

We have some deep and pressing issues

Life's a strain, we go against the grain
They don't help us and they
Wonder why we sell cocaine
I'll probably join the twenty-seven
Club like Kurt Cobain
Winehouse an' Hendrix we're one and the same
Albert said my death'll be my claim to fame
So I knock back cans of K
To help me on my way (yeah)
I watch Sky News to
See what's happening today (Uh)
But, it's always the same
(Uh) , nothing seems to ever change (Uh)
Politicians tryna' do us up the arse again
That dirty cunt David Cameron
Still working brain (Slags)
They're putting taxes up and making cuts
And shifting blame they rinse our cash on
Their expense accounts, they've got no shame


As the youth up-rising, youtes
Are rioting, looting, burning, fighting
Don't know why you find it so surprising
(yeah, yeah) the promise of free shit to a
Broke kid's just too exciting (yeah)
Plus the feds are frightened
(Uh) , everyone's now realising (Uh)
You say you blame the parents?
I say don't be such a cunt
It's not just shitty dads and mums that
Make them turn to drugs and guns
We need education
(Uh) , not social segregation
I thought equality was the foundation
Of our great nation
It seems it's just a load of
Bollocks to keep the poor patient
They're so full of shit:
It's verbal defecation
We need money to live not an Olympic stadium
They're all a bunch of pricks and
So are the fucking pigs (yeah)
Tripled uni fees
Stopped EMA like it was cool
All that says to me is you don't
Want poor kids to go to school (yeah)
I knew that shit like this
Would happen under Tory rule
I should have voted but they're all
The same so fuck em' all
Violence started 'cause you killed a
Man in cold blood
Said it was a shoot-out? He
Didn't fire a slug
Left four kids with no father, that's wrong
They're growing up so angry
The cycle carries on

My dreams are celestial
Success is infinitesimal
Had chances but I messed it all
I feel like I never got blessed at all (yeah)
Behaviour is unacceptable
Mum said go church, confess it all
But, I bet my left testicle: I
Wouldn't make it through the vestibule
I shot pills at festivals
Kids eat them up like Festivals
So morally objectionable
I prey on who's susceptible
Just tryna to move my decimals
Ain't trying to make bare decibels
Past got me acting sensible
Slipping seems nonsensical
Crash should have made me a vegetable (Uh)
But the devil made me invincible
And damn near un-arrestable
(yeah) , so there's no need to be respectable
But best of all: gave me the
Voice to address you all
Stood here back against the wall
Solo but with friends to call
My art's conceptual (yeah)
Some say unconventional
I say I'm individual
And high of coke residual (Hah)
But everyone's so critical and
So fucking analytical
But that's sort of hypocritical, considering
The last verse I was spitting in
The pile of drugs that I'm sitting in
Free speech God blessed Britain in
Give me Superkings, give me Vera Lynn
King size slims, some red string
Got a white ting
Real pale skin, call her Marilyn
She's the one I see my self marrying
Love the extra weight that she's carrying
We get the bricks from Bogotá
Mad sick like we had Cholera
Get rid of the ball like Kolarov
Pipe's burning like a Molotov
Man talk about it but they're
Gassed up just like the–
Sorry to be so coarse but, I
Got to get my message across, cuz