Concrete Pigeon

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Pause timing, doors sliding What if life been different Tongue's right back at the sky to fork lightning The knife slides right in Between the shoulder blades From older mates who only phone to say They're going out fighting How difficult has life been? Man, that's all relatives Like wedding dance floors When it's last orders You'll find him Strangling a pint like he's trying to find life in The very thing that is killing him Filling his mind's violence The fires in his iris are evident Delicate sediment settles as evidence Each morning in the corners of worn eyelids And as that first ever worse bite of sunlight finds him He turns child and tries hiding I saw her walking past me On New Cross Road with a face I know from mirrors Another girl with the same demons to deliver I got that feeling in my liver The magnetism of the apparition She thinks the same but she dresses different Imprisoned in time with a glitch in her mind Viciously sinking its teeth in her spine Run for my cells but there's nowhere to hide My face to face beneath flickering lights We are the same but with different lives Always separate, always together Once something's begun it is begun forever Once something is done it has always been done Once something is lost it can never be won Run, hold on smoke Puff, puff until his lungs broke Young joke turned humdrum Old joke, no hope bloke Rolling drum between his thumb and his index finger Lingering visions of daughter Last time he saw her she was a stranger sat waiting But now she's sat at a station I've seen her through dirty train windows All agitation, windblown cigarette smoke She looks like she's ready to fight Shoulders are pressed by the weight of the Night, life lies like a concrete pigeon Liver-spotted hands dismissing the wishes of friends Who wish him to listen Tell him he's pissing his life away Like he don't know The chip on his shoulder won't go The sun shines high but he stays low Like a broken "yo" Yo! But she didn't hear me Still I shouted on regardless Aware that I was slipping out Out with reality's dark harness Fourth dimension surfing through the turbulence Of turning corners, bumping into other me's Walking 'round inches in front of me Behind, beside and under he Wonders how the thunder crumbles Numbness, crunching numbers, corporate lunches How did he ever become Some of his past was partly circumference A circle working under a cloud Attached to the weak string of his old dreams But now she's haunted by gutter beings Flashback to them hooded teens Kicking her life into gutters and slipping Hidden and smothered by all her ambition Drinking and hitting but wishes he didn't Fingertips gripping the hideous rhythm The city she lives in filled up with suspicion Gripping the letters he wishes he'd written His mind is a prison Life's unforgiving Left hand's numb but the right won't listen Stifle tradition Fight is a given Blind lead the blind in the fight for the kingdom Fighting for pittance Life's ambition Grass grows up 'til you clip it, dickhead I could've been anything, what I am's written In the dark I embark on a mission I could've been a lot of things I stopped to think that's when I dropped my drink And it spilt over the floor I was confronted by All that before I didn't see, there are different me's For every possibility's worse and better me Smaller and bigger me's But every future has a history I could've been a lot of things Forgotten where the rotten sing Another grey face on the train day-to-day Playing for the lottery I could've been a leader Carved a path with the things I've written Except I mostly hate the words That leave my mouth straight after I spit 'em Me too She could've been so much more They said, that's when they shook their heads They don't know the things that I sacrificed How I give up my life for the raps I write Glad for every molecule that I Lived the life that I wanted to All I could ever be is me As it's been, it's been and it will always be I could've been a father Raised a life to leave a mark But I couldn't get past my old man's face Sat there in the dark I could've been a saint The outline of a man to stencil But they told me early on I'd never realise my potential So now she's kicking her life into gutters and slipping Hidden and smothered by all her ambition Drinking and hitting but wishes he didn't Fingertips gripping the hideous rhythm The city she lives in filled up with suspicion Gripping the letters he wishes he'd written His mind is a prison Life's unforgiving Left hand's numb but the right won't listen Stifle tradition Fight is a given Blind lead the blind in the fight for the kingdom We fighting for pittance Life's ambition Grass grows up 'til you clip it, dickhead Kicking her life into gutters and slipping Hidden and smothered by all her ambition Drinking and hitting but wishes he didn't Fingertips gripping the hideous rhythm The city she lives in filled up with suspicion Gripping the letters he wishes he'd written His mind is a prison Life's unforgiving Left hand's numb but the right won't listen Fighting for pittance Fight is a given Blind lead the blind in the fight for the kingdom Stifle tradition Life's ambition Grass grows up 'til you clip it, dickhead Fight is a given Life's unforgiving Blind lead the blind in the fight for the kingdom Stifle tradition Life's ambition Grass grows up 'til you clip it, dickhead