Missin’ Links Plan B (UK)

[Verse 1]

Walk out my front door, what do I see
Another little youth on the street shotting weed
It won't be too long before that youths shotting smack
Selling heroin to his bredrins and that
Making fast cash, thinking he's going places
And he will be straight after the court cases
He thought the streets would bring him glamour and fame
But now he's locked up and no one remembers his name
(Cause you know) It's so rotten
Just how easily people are forgotten
One minute you're heading for the top, you don't ever look like stopping
Then suddenly you find yourself right back at the bottom
That's life though, and so's getting cut with a knife so
Watch your step if you don't wanna get blood on your Nikes bro
Cause these streets will have you up just when you least expect it
You say you don't fear death but you know you respect it

[Hook]

Somethings missing here
Something ain't right right here
Somethings missing here
Somethings missing here
Something ain't right right here
Somethings missing here