And you can be anything you wanna be
There ain't nothing stopping you
Just like there weren't no
stopping me
I'm from the east end where peeps
used to speak cockney
Now it's so multicultural no one
speaks properly
Rhyming slang was invented on
the docks to put a block on police
Now the docks ain't there and no
one cares 'cause they shotting B
But still talking code like Morse,
it ain't no mock- ney
But educated people still see
it as a mockery
That's why they use our slang
against us to be derogatory
We just fuel the fire with our
thugged- out philosophies
Like crime's the only way we're gonna
feed off this economy
Revert to type,
like these self fulfilling prophecies
But we ain't no different from them,
honestly
Lucks the only reason
they weren't born into poverty
So never be afraid to say what's in your heart,
follow your dreams,
Or wanna be, something that they say you
can't because I promise G
Everything will be okay Yes it
Illmatic on them
Talking about them cats and robbers
Hustlin' them 16s I guess I'm still
trapping on them
Rolex watch and I still ain't got
no bachelor honors
Man was from the Ends on influenced
from it's fragments and shelters
Still we didn't throw no hats in the air
My man was in the studio with hats
and them snares
Who thought we would have made
it to the BAFTAs this year?
When man was just a pickney with
daks and I'm here
Anyway, I'm on a shine,
moved from the crime
The only thing that's good about the hood
is that we're color blind
Common goal, common enemy,
economize
And still personify a nigga trying not
to live a common life
Don't let them make
you hate yourself
I'm like low batties, everywhere
I go is like a hatred on my belt
Her amaze,
her rage, at her age she shouldn't be having
No more babies put that lady in her place
You think shes scamming for
a bigger place to stay?
Maybe you should try staying in her place
Plus a plasma on the wall can't change
the personality of a ill mannered mentality
ones that get a head start buy
up all the properties
Start acting like their aristocracy
And make the late comers pay the price
for not rolling the dice properly
They might be winning now but success
is a false economy
Playing a game of chance whether
recklessly or responsibly
Lady Luck's no brass,
can't buy her love it comes for free
She's a slut, no class,
picks up random dudes she wants to treat
Yeah she could be warm with you
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on Oxford or on Regent Street
She'll be gone once you pass go along
with your winning streak
Land on Old Kent Road,
the end you deemed was way too cheap
To invest in, and you left them
and wish you hadn't
Now you deep in debt with peeps
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from White Chapel east
Who got plastic red Ibis hotels
on every street
Sucking all your fake P's
until you can't receive
Even though it's only make believe
That's a metaphor for life
The only one you'll
ever need, believe
Everything will be okay Yes it will
Plan B 
