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The pain to my brain really ain't hardcore
The sediments are sentiments of old folklore
No Jersey devil a rebel of new spawn
No Robin in a hood I was good top form
With my head war torn and my face forlorn
Eighty four dropped the ball here I come he's born
Twenty eight years later spinning out of place
Coming down with a case of the Space Invaders
This boy should have been digging in the crates
He’s got a little faith but I hate Jamaicans
Beer can fuck you my head ain't right
In a job where they tell me my future’s bright
I might go psycho hyped on adrenaline
Hi to my little friends ladies and gentlemen
Mental attention’s mentioned when I'm meddling
Ill intentions do you want to be my medicine

It's not enough to save me now
It picks me up and tones me down
It's not your love that let me down
It's just I'm so damn hazy

Enter epicentres that incense dance floors
My sentences are centrifugal force sandstorms
No follower of fashion my passion is sans cool
So I'm not playing thug in your club bad form
My shirt half torn and my hair trash porn
84 drop a boy here I come he's born
25 years after stomping on your town
Coming down with a case of the drowning laughter
This man could have been thinking with the greats
Sinking in the weight of your expectations
So so fuck you this music's mine
And I do not care if I move your spine
I rhyme so side show life in the cemetery
Rise of the neverbeens feed of the energy
Scenes full of henchmen'll bleed for attention
From an enemy as I pine for my reveries

It's not enough to save me now
It picks me up and tones me down
It's not your love that let me down
It's just I'm so damn hazy

My life story well it's all a little hazy
Little brown baby raised up in Blaby
Childhood shit won't you run come save me
The beatings and the racism mate didn't phase me
A part of who I am yo a part of what made me
Not documented like Le Donk and Scor-zay-zee
School disco dirty dancer black Pat Swayze
Moved to the city fell in love with my first lady
Hit the rave scene the high life did amaze me
Ten pound a pop but the come down's crazy
Wonder why I did it for the headaches that it gave me
Some say I'm laid back some say I'm lazy
Thirty years later memories do escape me
Not sure really what I've been doing lately
Life's like a movie Tracey Morgan should play me
That's just a slice of my times on the break beat

It's not enough to save me now
It picks me up and tones me down
It's not your love that let me down
It's just I'm so damn hazy

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from A Story All About How, released January 29, 2015
Written and performed by Ill Literate, Jonny Steele and Lacey.

Recorded and produced by Shaun Amos at The Dojo.

Mixed and mastered by Shaun Amos.

All rights reserved. Unauthorised copying, lending, hiring, reproduction, public performance and broadcasting prohibited.

Copyright 2015 The Scribes.

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