Wheelchair

I grew up in a city, the nitty and gritty But only for a little bitty I grew up in a farm alarmed At the shit going on around me Pleasant views confused With the presence of the army It was barmy until someone Tried to harm me I learned to let it slide It's not worth my trouble Double jeopardy, Fuckers trying to mess with me I think it's time to go Before they stick gum in my hair And put me in a wheelchair they're trying to scare me Celtic or Rangers I don't answer that because it just leads to danger It's not fair on me So I say that I support Dundee Curls are for girls They tell me to cut them I oblige to fit in But I'm still in the bottom There's light at the end of the tunnel I matured in a better place Left without a trace Not targeted by hatred Or told that I've got a dirty face, I was embraced