(No Ratings Yet)An ill joint from Chessmonster’s 2007 release, hosted by Louis Slipperz “From The Ashes”. If you’ve never checked Chester P, you’ve been missing out. The imagery from this guy is next level.
CHESTER P
- As a kid, I didn’t really do much
- I went school, all I did is play two touch
- In the break times cigarettes were twosed-up
- With yoots who abused my shoes ‘cos they ain’t new, but
- My Mum and Dad never knew about the part where
- You can’t wear the clothes that your brother wore last year
- And in my class there was times I could pass tears
- I passed fears and I learned to be a fast br’er
- ‘Cos when I come home all battered up and bruised again
- I couldn’t tell my Mum that they were picking on my shoes again
- And Mum and Dad they were fighting over loot again
- There wasn’t any food and all the money’s went on booze again
- And I was young and depressed trying to live and die
- Didn’t want to talk, all I’d ever do is sit and write
- It’s either that or I’ll be out trying to nick a bike
- With a couple cats who want the money just to lick a pipe
- I’m sick of life, too young to try and get a job
- Sick of telling God how I’m longing to be better off
- And tellin’ posh kids, “Your rings, blood, get ‘em off”
- To tell the truth I felt like I’d said enough
- We hit a phase where we all used to run with blades
- Underage doing pills in the jungle raves
- We was living out the pains of our younger days
- The broken homes, the abused and the runaways
- I don’t sleep well at night – and it’s no surprise
- I still see dead friends when I close my eyes
- I still play back the scenes of my own demise
- We was young tryin’ to lead out a soldier’s life
- Then I started hangin’ round with some older guys
- Dedicated to devestatin’ open mics
- We was fresh from the street and straight in it like
- Jump on the stage getting’ booed ‘cos my skin is white
- Next month went back and I’m still as white
- But when I rapped, they clapped ‘cos my skill is tight
- My reputation was fierce, I battled many men
- I’m from the Bury, da Bury and so we bury dem
- And in the cream of the crop I lived the Muddy Fam
- In it for the love of the game and not the money man
- And we was working the caves and sittin’ bunnin’ grammes
- Night came working the stage for half a dozen fans
- Another chapter in The Greatest Story Never Told
- Another merit we inherit from the pen I hold
- And we develop for a minute then the vision’s stalled
- And I was there throwin’ weed over prison walls
- We was deep in the street and deep poetry
- Back when the Mud Fam was Skinnyman, and Mo and me
- We’re selling weed from the morning till I go to sleep
- Comin’ up with new techniques just to show I’m deep
- And me and Farms we decide to divide the throne
- MacBaynes’ came along and took the title hold
- We put our voice to the outdoors on Lowlife
- Brainz was a nice guy we want to help him grow like
- Keep the money man, it came from our souls like
- Put it in your business, we’ll earn from our shows right
- And we ain’t rich but we dedicate our art to love
- He took the money now his memory his hard to jog
- He talks politics, talks like his heart is God’s
- But at the same time he’s ripping all his artists’ off
- I got disheartened, I didn’t wanna work no more,
- I wasn’t sure how to figure out my worth no more
- I go on tour to pay bills but I’m dirty poor
- I know they know when it’s time I’m gonna burst their door
- And every rhyme that I write is rehearsed for war
- Fully versed, I emerge with a thirst for more.
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Im almost positive in the bar
And we ain’t rich but we dedicate our art to love
We took the money now his memory his hard to jog
its “He” not “We”
we just doesnt make sense
You’re right mate of course. That was just a typo, I swear! Cheers for your help.