Home by 8

I take a breath of smoke, let it go
Then I take a second toke
Grab a pen and flow, get into aggressive mode
Pissed cause I can’t even step on road to wreck a show
Instead I’m home, with a tag around my leg alone
And yeah I know I was a twat
I was out stepping hotter with the coppers on my back
And then I got another tag and didn’t bother to try stopping it at that
Chose to go get arrested over cotching at my flat
And I bet those stinking pigs loved it when they raided me
Took off my door and saw that I was cultivating weed
Next day morning court making pleas
Whilst the papers painting me to be some crazy beast just to make some P
But I should have been holding it down instead of
Floating around with my boat in the clouds
Rolling through town smashed with a roach in my mouth
Marker glued to my palm writing over your house
Cause if you’re living as a sinner, then you pay the price
That’s just the way of life and fuck living it like you ain’t alive
So that’s why I’ll be home by 8 tonight
Cotching plotting with my grade alight
Waiting for the day I rise
Living as a sinner, so I paid the price
That’s just the way of life and fuck living it like I ain’t alive
So that’s why I’ll be home by 8 tonight
Cotching plotting with my grade alight
Waiting for the day I rise
See truthfully, the only thing I’m regretting is getting caught
I’d probably do it all again without a second thought
But next time I’ll make sure I don’t have to step in court
And get left with a ringing phone box on my bedroom floor
Yeah F the law, fuck the judges and magistrates
Fuck the prosecutors, fuck the journalists and the jakes
Them man are waste, trying to have me banged away to clap a wage
And now every time I walk the streets I acting prang and bait
And all they say is «I'm just doing my job»
But you chose to do your job, are you stupid or what?
You’re just a glorified snitch with a uniform on
To all the kiddies love to spit on when you move them along
And the reason I’ll hate every one of these pricks till I die
Is for the fact they’re trying to punish me for living my life
Fuck your authority, I’ll shit on your stripes
Then get home by 8, in time to scribble a rhyme and bring it alive