In my mothers belly and I'm starting to kick,9 months in the womb and I'm making her sick,Squeeze through the womb and I land in the room,Don't know who we are, can't really tell,We do the council flats and we do some jailWe don't like school, in a week we go once,We don't like th' police 'cos they kick and they punch,God bless all the stress and the stress comes at once,But remember boy you're a superstarCan't break it, can't take who you areCan't break it, can't take who you areRemember boy, you're a superstarThey call you council estateThey call you 'can't go straight'They call you crime rateThey call you 'can't go straight'And you're bending all the rulesWhere you bury your toolsBending all the rulesWhere you bury your toolsYour family can't visit cos the visits too far,You can't be who you be 'cos you're not who you are
