Small town boy got big city dreams He feels the chill of the night through his jeans It bites the skin like the knife he carries Shadows his face underneath his hoody Walks to a home that the government owns Holes fill the walls where the photos should go Last night s takeaways is still in the stove He takes a... Seat at the table and go over his notes Chorus He s trying make it While trying to hide Two edges To his double life School of Thought to his left And hard knocks To his right He s just trying survive (Awa) Streetwise way beyond his years Can launch his fists like he handles Shakespeare Nobody knows and he doesn t care All that matters are the colours he wears Hungry for something that he can t eat Calms his nerves with every word that he sees Lights his cigarette, has a cup of tea He takes a seat at the table and c编辑于2009/01/03更新