It's only suitable we're meeting here;

King's Cross paths when I greet my cavalier.

Used to never smile, now we laughing tears,

dreams of a prosperous life we're re-enacting here.

I'll be gone soon; and I got nothing to lose,

an impromptu goodbye's what I gotta do.

One day I'll be away from the foggy Toon,

helping less fortunate while rocking an Armani suit.

But it's still seeming I'm fighting my inner demons,

constantly reaching for life with a bigger meaning.

Another sleepless night in the Winter season,

paying some liquor dealers providing me liver lesions.

Gums around my canines bruising,

punched-up in the face while boozing.

Fucked-up little place I'm amused with,

all my dogs sniffing white like K9 units.

I don't wanna be here no more, no. (x8)

Impossible to ever picture my home;

growing-up n' living on so many different roads.

If pain & misery's what history shows,

I'm reminiscing as I turn another spliff to a ghost.

Abandonment, I handled it with cans & piff;

bandaging the battle scars fucking-up my knuckles from attacking bricks.

Fuck talking to a wall; I'm gonna smash it in,

cement my foundation building bridges bringing passers in.

Dark spirit by my side, never on the rocks;

only time white meets lines is when I'm jotting one.

Used to think, "it's time that I got a job,"

now I've got one, I think of time; not a lot I've got.

Settle here? While paying the gwop?

I used to wrestle fear that the bailiffs'll knock.

Always stress near when you're raised on this block,

where men play with metal gear to put a snake in a box.

I don't wanna be here no more, no. (x8)