Bag of ish freestyle

These are dark times it's cold on these dark nights

Gangs run round with sharp knives and start fights

Have they got jobs? Nah not even part time!

They prey on the weak and the sick like last rights

Glamourise a life of flash cars and fast bikes

Man will have to fold for not playing the cards right

Money grows on 'trees' but the cost is hard time

Think before you light up the green like park lights

Heart tries to process pain hopeless game

Hiding emotions behind a poker face

Then go insane pray for a sober day

How we gonna shoot for the stars without a focused aim

Loads of shame is the weight of what we carry

Broken chains it is the way to proper happy

Joyful is knowing that the void's full

We have to walk through shadows to make the top of Valleys

These observations aren't from lofty places

They are coming from a man who has lost his patience

I always check my own heart before dropping statements

I keep my bars underground like a dodgy basement

Taking my direction from the prophets ancient

I don't back the gum flapping of a cocky pagan

I do an honest day's work for an honest payment

And I do this as a hobby not an occupation

A verse from BEN is keeping the purpose met

I'll leave you feeling awkward like a first attempt

Surface friends you know I'm swerving them

It's all clowns round here like a circus tent

These back stabbers really love to see man suffering

And ruin man's profile like a double chin

Damn though man will go Rambo duppying

With arms wrapped around them no cuddling

I'm the highest order bringing all types of slaughter

You should remain inside like a vital organ

If you like to war don't even try to force it

Cos your the type of dork I would wipe the floor with

Like a green Street thug I'll stand my ground

Steer clear cuz I throw hands about

I'm wearing football boots just to stamp you out

It gets tense ion pitch like a camping ground

I don't know put my life under a microscope

You'll find that I exaggerate I'm really not a violent bloke

These lines I wrote are kind of dope scribbled on papyrus scroll

Get in the booth, spit my verse and drop the microphone

My wrapping is a gift call me the penny pincher

Work rate's flawless hands full of sweaty blisters

New year New hope new dreams many wishes

But right here right now I'd like to wish you merry Christmas