Another T-Shirt

I was born like this Six foot six Stepped out of the womb with a ready lit spliff Umbilical cord was dwarfed by my... List Of things to do Silver spoon ran away with the dish When you were learning to draw I was into strange shit And I never played sports That's how hippies raise kids I played video games so go figure 8 Bit Don't be a Phillip K Prick You've rewritten Matrix? Is it mate? Sick Get the millions raked in Wife an instafame chick Get the crib and raise kids who sip milk from fake tits Stick to the scam Pick a card any card Pick a pension get a yard Work hard break your heart Get the spinach and scram To some ridiculous land where you can sit and get tanned And you can eat till you're fat and you can drink till you're mad And look at the locals like primitive man Think I'll sit for a while and do some work on my mischievous smile Like "this means war" That peace shit died back in 64 And war means business And business means money And money means time but old people is poor Is it okay if I'm baffed? They saw slavery acts and two world wars Now they can't see no one to do the household chores Except for man like me Don't believe? Ask Brom, ask Jean But ask loud cos she can hardly hear And she can hardly see and she can hardly walk But every time I go around she insists on making tea And that's classy G But that classy shit died back in 93 I know cos I was there I'm not lying see I was shotgun you were in the driving seat We been there, done that Seen it all Bought the t-shirt One size too small Heard it all before And didn't really rate it much These days I kinda rate it more Well I guess that's ageing bruv Or you could break all the rules I was living in squats back in 82 I was a baby then, admittedly that ain't as cool As a backpacktavist with a case of the blues And a myriad of knowledges found on YouTube Of the ways they'll get you Things they'll make you do Tales to tell of impending hell That end of the world shit died in 2012 Well the world's still spinning And things will keep ticking if there's debt to sell If it ain't affecting sales go have you're little revolution Then move on back to your separate cells "What you reckon El? Will you ever tell your recipe for the quails egg bechamel? Or your method for the fail safe heads or tails?" Nah. Tale tells face hell Raise decibels "Reh reh reh" dies every year Certain man that hear might shed a tear I been around I ain't been every where I'm still London man I'll be buried here In fact I'll probably opt for cremation You can drop my remains off at Swiss Cottage station And when Hendrix Bold As Love is playing Rack a line of my ashes for old times sake fam Been there, done that Seen it all Bought the t-shirt One size too small Heard it all before And didn't really rate it much These days I kinda rate it more Well I guess that's ageing bruv