| They call you lucky |
| You’ve lived up to your name to the maximum |
| Since you crashed your whip and walked away from the accident |
| Witnesses would say that your driving was reckless, there were none |
| Your mum and sister died in the wreckage |
| Quite a knack you’ve got for cheating death it seems, not only that |
| But even justice seems to trap you then set you free |
| Seems a higher power wants to let you be |
| Just maybe eventually you might stop tempting whatever is left you’re breathing |
| But who am i kidding, you believing is the last thing that could take place |
| A feeling of complacence replaced faith |
| Live for the moment save regrets for a later date |
| To you it’s far to late to change your superman inflates the cape |
| The time you nearly did, the 3 to 8 for GBH |
| You wouldn’t have beaten the case, if someone hadn’t lost your DNA |
| Next week you raved that being alives a game and GTA you rearrange the geezers |
| face with an empty bottle of V&J |
| How long can you survive without desire |
| Your living life with no care to starting fires |
| I believe now you’ve started, you’ll never stop |
| You’ll sell your soul if it means you’ll reach the top |
| Still you weren’t charged coz the nigger weren’t grassin' |
| You didn’t get revenge, coz some different guys were after him |
| He didn’t stand a chance when they picked him out and blasted him, the bastards |
| He had his two kiddies in the park with him |
| When you heard you laughed at him |
| Up until this day if someone utters his name you twist you face into a nasty |
| grin |
| The ice of life you’re figure skating on isn’t becoming thin |
| The game you play has favoured you so far you’ve got the luck to win |
| Lucky, luckier than your dad was |
| But what he lacked in luck he made up for in bravery |
| He was a black cop killed in cold blood on the beat, when you weren’t old |
| enough to speak |
| But as you roll another weezle, he’s pushed to the back cog of your mind |
| Behind the relevence line coz memories are fine when your present isn’t like a |
| gift |
| And you birthdays permanent mate, but you old man turns in his grave |
| How long can you survive without desire |
| Your living life with no care to starting fires |
| I believe now you’ve started, you’ll never stop |
| You’ll sell your soul if it means you’ll reach the top |
| Your used to laughing in the face of death |
| So what could trigger the alarm that makes you take a breath |
| And take the greatest step back and look at what the fuck it’s becoming |
| Why bother, they don’t call you lucky for nothing |
| What goes around has to come around |
| So how come when you’re just about to face the music no one plays a bloody sound |
| Whenever it seems your times is running out |
| Something comes and plucks you out and swaps you for somebody else who’s lucks |
| run out |
| You’re an evil dude you’ve got her pregnant beanie |
| But you sleep with who you bleedin choose, she knows that she ain’t leaving you |
| She figures she can save you if she gave you a kid |
| She still believes it coz amazingly the ladies having twins |
| Its all logical, you’re thinking if she gives birth in hospital |
| Now that im responsible for these girls i’ll stop it all |
| Reluctantly you say that but your saved in this case |
| Coz both are you are black, but the babies are mixed race |