Who?!?

[bez]

Who - by Bez

Does anybody know when my life messed up,
First time drunk as fuck in Flynny's, throwing up,
Can't even remember, first kiss scarey,
Back of the bus, one love to Jenny Carey,
Perhaps... I got mad being picked on in class,
Used to sleep on tables in Miss Jacks maths,
Thought my friends were the shit, but skittin went to far,
When I cried in music, fuck em, an Mr. Greenall,
Used to break rules daily, wrong crowd crazy,
Knew I should of studied but became so lazy,
Hopping fences at lunch break, thought I was the tops,
Just because I was 'hard' enough to go the shops, haha,
Was it all my crushes, I won't name em,
Spare their blushes, ha now I don't blame em,
Was in fighting with my brother, who gets control,
Of the tv remote, to watch their favourite show,
I don't know, maybe it was time I trashed my room,
Cos my agression exploded in me like boom!,
Could it be detention, fuck Tuesday night,
Should of been at home chillin, learning how to write,
When I learned to rhyme, felt I found my time,
Swore 2004, that year would be mine,
Was it when I passed college, got more knowledge,
But still had no fucking doh in my wallet, doh!
Was it when I got my job, became afraid to leave,
But it ain't a place I really can suceed,
Find it hard it hurts to put it in words,
Guess I'm pullin 'Wool' over the sign, is it 'Worths',
My time, my sweat, I'm the only one that struggles,
Maybe it was the day I added girls to my troubles,
Who knows? Maybe its all on me,
First time putting drugs to the test smokin green,
First line puttin white in my nose, getting hyped,
First fight, swinging fists all night, its getting silly,
Was it my first dream of millies, making some monies,
First sexual experience scaring all the duckies,
Maybe it was the day I met all my buddies,
Different schools but we clicked so quick it was funny,
All got stuff in common, love drinking and women,
All smart and going places, am I? I'm stil fuckin thinkin,
Maybe when I walked home with Smith an we laughed,
First time in my pad writing Tha Playlist in pads,
Maybe it was when I stopped running from my past! Past!
All of the others, became friends wit my brother,
Started respecting my Mother but I still never hug her,
Hardly speak to my Father, but respect is deep,
But we could talk about Everton all fucking week, weak...
But I love my fam so much, its just hard to be me!
Maybe it was when I gave my heart away easy,
Leah, Lisa, Christine and now Shhhhhhhhhhhh,
Its like I let em hurt me, treat me so shit,
An I find it hard to be friends afterwards, I split,
Guess I let it happen, got myself to blame,
An I'm ashamed to let them play me at age old game,
Guess that phase is over, maybe its dead,
Thats my personality though, an I guess its set,
Maybe it was my first lads hol, scoring chicks,
Looked at my dick an knew I could do some damage wit this, haha,
Hard on the dancefloor, its how I wanna be,
Maybe it was Kavos 07 screaming Strippers for me,
Got all my friends jealous, maybe it was that,
Maybe it was lookin for her, cos I wanted to smash,
Maybe it was Leeds, I spent so much,
Buying drinks for birds just to get some love,
Maybe getting numbers made me feel wanted,
But I don't want to talk cos talking makes me naucious,
Maybe seeing China so precious up close,
Made me realize the worlds a whole antiques roadshow,
Maybe I gotta get to travel, maybe I gotta see,
Maybe I need time alone, some time to find me,
Maybe when I watched The Goonies as a kid,
Made me realize, truely, this is it! Life ...
Is an adventure, but to die could be better,
Maybe its time I wrote my last letter, ha never,
Maybe its my rhyming its like a Bible of stuff,
But I wonder if I went would people give a fuck,
Try and get it published, regardless of lyrics,
Cos every single verse is a part of my spirit,
Maybe getting a degree is the ending of me,
2:1 baby, but I still struggle to stand on feet,
Bank account minus, maybe thats my fault,
Maybe I should run from tyrants faster than Bolt,
Guess the worlds on my shoulders, an its weighing me down,
Maybe it was spending my first pay check in town,
Could of been the greed, I'm trying to suceed,
Asthma got me coughing up so much that I bleed,
Maybe trying to be funny got me acting like a dummy,
Gotta make people laugh cos its the only way they love me,
But I don't get respect, more like neglect,
An I suspect people talk behind backs, its snake-esk,
But maybe I gotta stop thinkin too much,
Maybe my brain's in pain cos of all the fuss,
Maybe one day though, I'll get my dues,
Girls, cars, homes, hits, even my own range of shoes,
Maybe I gotta be positive, gotta start to smile,
Maybe my lifes been messed up, ever since I was a child...

[bez]

upping this shit!