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    "What A World"genre: Hip Hop
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    Just wrote it on impulse one day. Starts off moaning about my lack of social life then switches to the reasons I want that social life, ie// the way the media and "pop" have got a stranglehold on society, blinding people to the real bad things
    Credits: Beat by Onthareal Productions, lyrics by T1 Req(A.Gordon)

    Lyrics
    I'm doomed forever to grab the pen and the pad
    Now I can rap it's the only exit I have
    Remember the fads? I was never with that
    And despite the video and telly and that
    I feel I've never had less
    All I've got that I love is combats and jumper-my rap dress
    Under mad stress, just had school exams, the crap tests
    A sore throat, knowing my luck its an abcess
    I lack friends, stay in every night typing away again
    I have to go out, apply for jobs to try and stay sane
    But I can feel the demons crawling in my veins
    Evil calling, and pain, every day it seems its all just the same
    Vision of my funeral's atmosphere, everyone's curiously happy here
    Lament my life, scream "Sorry" Wish my dad could hear
    I feel crap and fear that I'll pass leaving no mark
    I want some people to know I was here before I go dark, what a world

    I've been told that life consists
    Of highs and lows, and rises, dips
    Climbing from them seems to be
    Mighty often needed of me
    I've been told that life consists
    Of highs and lows, and rises, dips
    Climbing from them seems to be
    Mighty often needed of me, what a world

    I've reached the end of the game, things are never the same
    They call me stupid but I know that in this head is a brain
    What I regret is the shame, and live in dread of the day
    I find myself saying "Yeh, whatever you say"
    The rebel in me seems to keep me alive
    Seems to remind me what I need in my mind
    And what I can live doing without
    Stuff that other people think I would just be stupid to doubt
    And I'm proving it now that I'm getting attached
    Who knows? I may fall in love and have a wedding to match
    The power of love beats all earthly force
    Because there are none in existence that can hurt me more
    Since birth or before I was made to be the person you saw
    I never sought it; forced on me first in the law
    Society can't function right and be
    Acting all mightily if it has such a guy as me
    You have to teach them what YOU think is acceptable
    Follow rules and in the end you will be living respectable
    Stray from the path and you're hated and laughed at
    By kids with nothing to live for, headed straight to the last act
    Cos they messed up their childhood with clubbing and drink
    They'll end up at a shrink, nothing learned gives you nothing to think
    Dissect free speech lyrics, find prison bars
    Thanks to power people we headed down; Hell isn't far, what a world

    I've been told that life consists
    Of highs and lows, and rises, dips
    Climbing from them seems to be
    Mighty often needed of me
    I've been told that life consists
    Of highs and lows, and rises, dips
    Climbing from them seems to be
    Mighty often needed of me, what a world

    Kids should be polite
    You don't need to fight, don't slurp your food, eat it nice
    It was just made up is my bet, make our mouths stay shut, and why question
    The way it works when from day one your life's set?
    Half the facts of life go straight past us
    Dumb our minds down, give us Britney Spears instead of Sage Francis
    The spin doctors give questions, answers
    The same bastards, shit denied by who can say fastest
    Take part in this democracy, your life is a treat
    It would be nicer to be rid of crime in the streets
    No-one feels safe these days
    Need protection against thieves trying to steal the money that they made me pay
    Broke but your few possessions are safe
    Thanks to the propganda machine you miss the things that are damned-ed obscene
    Being more concerned with following the fashion scene and not getting it late, thinking everything's great, what a world

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