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Title:
Donnie's Lament (Mad World Remix) Artist: Doc Brown ft. LowKey Year: 2004 |
Last Modified:
26th September 2004 Transcribed by: DJ Dedan (Doublenegative crew) Contact: dj_dedan@yahoo.co.uk Artist Discography |
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Doc Brown’s verse: It’s a disgrace, this place is like a whorehouse The crooked system’s the pimp that got us working till we worn out Storm clouds so it’s dark when I wake up- Same streets, same run for the same bus Same tramp with his change cup But many pennies and tens and twenties aint gonna change his day up This train sucks blud, you look familiar: Why do I know them tired eyes from somewhere in particular? Wait..nah, it was yesterday- You shoved me in the chest just to race to the top of the escalate So what? we rats comin back for more Happy to carry the weight till our backs are sore Trapped in a system of capitalism that got us thinkin that we have to take a shit job just to make a quick buck Why not live the life that you want? When your dreams too big to fit further in that Burger King uniform Forgot what humanity showed us, Now we walk around like robots Till we go nuts What’s strange is, we all creative till age 6 Then we start hearing the same shit, from Police, parents, teachers, television, Take the first steps towards a mental prison Then at the end of your life, you’re like raas, I was doing time but I weren’t even behind bars Know what blud, it’s a very very #mad world# LowKey’s verse: From the time I was a toddler, tiny and small, I grew into a little monster in primary school Just another name on the list at registration The teacher never listened so I lived in desperation By year 6, I was sick of education, Not to mention, wanting attention, but I sit in hesitation, Scared to ask teachers questions Coz I was quick to test their patience Soon as I reached secondary, Different heads were hating To teachers I was already dead and buried, a product of the street’s devastation Aggy and fassy and fools and carrying tools Why? It’s a weak explanation, but I was never happy at school, Suffered from sleep deprevation… Teachers knew my type, They saw it in me, never used eyesight Most pretend they’re blind when the older yoots and new guys fight Got sent around to the deputy head When the fat kid’d grass Went back to sit in class and Dreamt about leavin all my enemies dead Many tears were eventually shed Up till now I didn’t know what my memories meant Many messed with me then All the fights left my energy spent Teachers need to fix up; This message is for everyone but especially them Intelligent kids don’t grow unless they’re mentally fed, In this #mad world# Life is cruel blood, I’m tired of school #mad world# Your mind’s a tool, don’t play by the rules #mad world# That’s the truth, I’ve been trapped since youth #mad world# My heart’s bruised but I still won’t lose… | ||||
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