Crack Baby - Devlin, Tom Prior

When I was young I knew this kid

And his life was always madness

His mum was up in crack rupts

When he was young his Dad left

Kids would call him 'have-not'

And worse a baby can guess

Scum, tramp, jackpot.

His mum still at the crackspot

He’s hungry and he’s hacked off

There’s blood all down his tracktop

Them bullies caught him slippin'

He curls up when they’re kicking

Punching, biting, spitting

Now there’s phones out with the cams on

He dies some more inside

Then he cries when he gets stamped on

It’s damn wrong

Any part of him that was man has gone

He’s finally knocked him out

Saw a light and thought he’s van gone

Only then to wake

Right inside this town lost

Home he don’t care much

His only friend was Jack Frost

His skinny little frame mates

There’s cuts upon his grazed face

Trying to find a safeway

He looks above and screams, «Why'd you bring this hell on me?»

At night I try and sleep but can’t;

I hear this song

I ain’t seen no man

There’s no life to live here this town is a graveyard

Well every day the problem seems to multiply

And everybody’s keeping busy getting by

Well if you listen closely you can hear them cry

It’s just my city’s lullaby

Years pass and he was chillin'

On his park bench just spittin'

Freestyling to himself about his life that was hell

When this crazy local villain sat down and told him listen

«I've seen how hard your life has been I think it’s time I helped»

If you like, you work for me

The boys will welcome you as well

If you got beef then we’ve got beef

We’ll ride on them with shells

You never deserved the cuts you got

Here’s your chance to passed them off

Take a gamble, cast the rod

It’s time you showed this world

Says yeah man fuck it

I might as well be thuggin'

This life has gave me nothin'

Can feel inside himself

The accumulated hatred

Was soon replacing basic

Human moves a face with

But it’s all about his future now

Olders got him moving round

Running guns, moving grams

Flip-knife on his belt

He’s dying to use his blade though

For years you made him scapegoat now take note

You try him now you’re getting straight poked

I ain’t seen no man

There’s no life to live here this town is a graveyard

Well every day the problem seems to multiply

And everybody’s keeping busy getting by

Well if you listen closely you can hear them cry

It’s just my city’s lullaby

He’s the man now, stand down he’s shotting up this mad town

Taxing other shotters with yoggers and his mad pals

I called him Sonic, wherever he went there was always tales

Of terror

I think he’s trying to even the scale

He feels euphoric

A hoodrat that was beaten down

Ironically giving the beatings now

It’s all evened out

A child that was screaming out

Is a man with an evil scowl

Oh shit!

What’s this?

Someone that he’s seen in town

Used to punch him around

Now he’s reaching around yo'

And his heater is out so

Now he’s blastin' rounds

And his target’s down

Like Warren in Barking town

And he’s laughing proud

His heart is drowned

Nobody can save him now

He’s a monster made by man

Mary Shelly ain’t around

So this ain’t no act of fiction

When I find these words and fix em

To the page to make you see

Where this child went off the rails

I’m done

I ain’t seen no man

There’s no life to live here this town is a graveyard

Well every day the problem seems to multiply

And everybody’s keeping busy getting by

Well if you listen closely you can hear them cry

It’s just my city’s lullaby