Ungrateful Central Cee

[Intro]
I don't wanna seem ungrateful, God
But I don't wanna be here
I got some things to get off my chest
But maybe it's best I keep it a secret
31st December, the 1st of Jan'
Same shit, I don't care 'bout the new year
New house somewhere that ain't poverty driven
It's mad in the place that I grew in

[Verse 1]
Yo, served a pregnant lady, it fucked with my head
Couple things I regret tryna earn a wage
48 Laws one book that I read
So if I rеpent, can I turn the page?
Gotta gеt rid of bad vibes, anti-clockwise, gotta burn the sage, uh
I'll say with it chest but I know some things locked in, I prefer not to say
I fucked up, I'm admittin' it
I got no ego, I got no shame
I swallow my pride and say that I'm missin' it
Cree-cree-creep in the changin' room at school and teef from the kids that are privileged, uh
Stolen clothes with a rip in it
Also a stolen phone, no SIM in it
Now I got P's, I give a lot back
No charity work tryna write off tax
Feds got me on a drivin' ban
In the passenger seat 'til my license back, uh
Ghost and fly off the map, uh
Try get my mind off rap
I get some sort of survivor's guilt
When I see YM still supplyin' crack
This life don't come with retirin' plans
It'll come to an end in unfortunate ways
No such thing as positive thinkin', when you're locked in, it feel like a maze
Often lose faith and forget to pray
You don't wanna land on the wing with the guys
Why? 'Cause they might melt your face
Cuz got hit with a eight, why?
Why would he care 'bout some extra days?