This is a song about "Mistake of our own"

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

Thinking our own flesh and blood is innocent/

And we'll pass your fucking tests and then write our own

Come on girl, close your eyes pretend that your home

Do he kiss you on the forehead and keep you warm

To our own set of problems that we roasted along

Heard that you alright though

I'm scared of my own shadow

I said i don’t give a fuck

You're our own flesh and blood/

A letter to his mother tells of his fatal mistake

We'd have you fallin' and now you scrapin' from that kemba shake

Thinking our own flesh and blood is innocent/

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

She told me that the radio's been playing the same song all day long

To our own set of problems that we roasted along