Plan B - Pity The Plight lyrics

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Pity The Plight Lyrics

Intro

Picture the face of your fellows

Too long a bed with no sleep

With their complex romantic attachments

All look on their sorrows and weep

They dont get a moments reflection

Theres always a crowd in their eye

Pity the plight of young fellows

Regard all their worries and cry

Their crusty young mothers were lazy perhaps

Leaving it up to the school

Where the moral perspective is hazy perhaps

And the climate; oppressively cool

Give me some acre of cellos

Pitched at some distant regret

Pity the fate of young fellows

And their anxious attempts to forget

Verse 1

These are the tears of a thug like murky water

Crying tears as clear as mud for his fathers daughter

His half-sister; he felt obliged to support her

Since her mum was poor and his dad died even poorer

Separated until she was 8 years old

He knew as soon as he saw her

That he adored her, so hes baying for blood with a borer

And an automatic weapon; Smith & Weston

Thatd split a fucking hole in your chest then hes been looking to corner

The perpetrators responsible for a killing

Now hes finally got em where he wants em

Blood will start spilling

The atmosphere in the air tonight is chilling

The blanket of stars above their heads in the sky feels like a ceiling

Slowly crushing down on em as the terror starts progressing

That leaves the youngest of the two open to his suggestion

Only 13 years old; pubescent adolescent

About to learn a very harsh and depressing lesson

Verse 2

These are the tears of a wanna-be thug

Crying tears as thick as blood cause his elder set him up

To take the fall and now hes stuck with no way of getting out

Cause even if there was a way hed still want to vent this anger out

Without a doubt these streets are rife with corruption

Young minds get corrupt even so easily fucked that only leads to destruction in the end

False assumptions that people have your back makes you believe their your friends

All though some represent; no one can be trusted

When double O per-cent cause some thugs will go to lengths

To get revenge

Even if it means manipulating youths to carry skins and do the dirty work for them

The kind of work for men

That route the dark is past

Not impressionable young children that never had a chance

Growing up in his manors most are doomed from the start

Cause the minds of their peers are as ill as their hearts