Contact Play - Death Of A Prick (Part One) lyrics

Let me tell you bout a certain breh age 38
A grey work a day germ that you learn to hate
He seen his future past
Seen the moon and Mars
He never once seen the beauty
Of a shooting star
Cause life was moving fast
He would jog along he'd say he knew his path
But he was often wrong
He used to woff about freedom and honour lots
Till he got a job tappin
Keys in an office block
Chattin breeze to the sheep in
A rotten flock got
The boss naggin having peeks
At his pocket watch
Used to spit when he was minor
Sickest in the cypher
Now he's jiggling his hips to
Life's tick ticking timer nit picking miser
Thick skin conniver
Kid he isn't wise as a dim witted iver still
In the bar he would sip sip a cider
Try spinning arm sickest silk from a spider
But, he couldn't move for
The chicken beak saliva
Same picking a peck pecking
The pickled peter piper swim deep or diva
Shit gripped his mind
He pick picked a wife now the
Prick beats and bites her
His dick wriggling inside her he has a kid
Down to the same brass
Habit's of that protagonist
Man he stayed average said he was a pacifist
Yeah still kept a jackhammer handy
On some aggy shit man he hasn't lived
A tattered pack of fibs
Shuffled and dealt with
A manufactured massacist
Yeah son he was selfish huggin a checklist
The sun ticked sun kissed
Summers become blitz
It done nothing but life's basic requirements
Wasted as time straight faced in the silence
Basically mindless faithfully misled
Pisshead grade A's hazy and misspent
Caked in a thick stench of
Hatred and sick stress
Sensors of grim chest pain as the shit spread
Shit went wrong he's kissin deaths feet up
Screamin I ain't finished yet
Isn't death sweet bruv?
It's the story of a breh I never knew
I'm just sure he isn't me
I'm just sure he isn't me son deep ones
Sleep till the dream's done