Pity The Plight

Pity The Plight Lyrics 
 Intro 
 Picture the face of your fellows 
 Too long a bed with no sleep 
 With their complex romantic attachments 
 All look on their sorrows and weep 
 They don t get a moment s reflection 
 There s always a crowd in their eye 
 Pity the plight of young fellows 
 Regard all their worries and cry 
 Their crusty young mothers were lazy perhaps 
 Leaving it up to the school 
 Where the moral perspective is hazy perhaps 
 And the climate; oppressively cool 
 Give me some acre of cellos 
 Pitched at some distant regret 
 Pity the fate of young fellows 
 And their anxious attempts to forget 
 Verse 1 
 These are the tears of a thug like murky water 
 Crying tears as clear as mud for his father s daughter 
 His half-sister; he felt obliged to support her 
 Since her mum was poor and his dad died even poorer 
 Separated until she was 8 years old 
 He knew as soon as he saw her 
 That he adored her, so he s baying for blood with a borer 
 And an automatic weapon; Smith & Weston 

 That d split a fucking hole in your chest then he s been looking to corner 
 The perpetrators responsible for a killing 
 Now he s finally got em where he wants em 
 Blood will start spilling 
 The atmosphere in the air tonight is chilling 
  
 The blanket of stars above their heads in the sky feels like a ceiling 
 Slowly crushing down on em as the terror starts progressing 
 That leaves the youngest of the two open to his suggestion 
 Only 13 years old; pubescent adolescent 
 About to learn a very harsh and depressing lesson 
 Verse 2 
 These are the tears of a wanna-be thug 
 Crying tears as thick as blood cause his elder set him up 
 To take the fall and now he s stuck with no way of getting out 
 Cause even if there was a way he d still want to vent this anger out 
 Without a doubt these streets are rife with corruption 
 Young minds get corrupt even so easily fucked that only leads to destruction in the end 
 False assumptions that people have your back makes you believe their your friends 
 All though some represent; no one can be trusted 
 When double O per-cent cause some thugs will go to lengths 
 To get revenge 
 Even if it means manipulating youths to carry skins and do the dirty work for them 
 The kind of work for men 
 That route the dark is past 
 Not impressionable young children that never had a chance 
 Growing up in his manor s most are doomed from the start 
 Cause the minds of their peers are as ill as their hearts