Stones

Poke your nose in my events like you sat front row
I’m poking holes in your story, The fact is you don’t fucking know
Where I’m from you’ve tried to glorify
In my slums I’m failure personified
Fuck you and fuck your friends too
And fuck everything you thought you knew
About me and what I’ve seen and everything I’ve been through
Suburban prodigy but you talk about «hard-knocks»
What do you know about long nights in a small box?
Who the fuck is you?
So when I see you, you know you’re not like me
When I confront you, you’ll have forgotten how to speak
Coward