Skrein - Reach

blud you ever met sandra? light skin ting, marga got 4 babys by 3 fathers she thought each one was the one till they up and run hit the road and scarpered each one don't amount 2 jack she's in her council flat thinking 'those little bastards so heartless let me all alone 4 kids at home and go darked it' but sandra's a hustla thinking 'i aint no busta, i'm a get paid, get made however them city girls i see on street aint no better i'm a use what my mum gave me don't pet star, i'm a get dark so she'd get cark and push her legs part let the mans bore tru 4 true no lesser she figured she was allways getting banged by mans so she might aswell get a little money in her hands she couldn't get a job had no time but she put it in her gob the whole time! the sket of the manner you can here the babys crying when you bang her belly of the beast - no glamour, don't clamour just make sure you strap up with a rubber when you bang her I heard sandra's youngest turned two now her oldest turned sixteen and moved out mum's bucking shines in her youts house and you wonder why the yout don't wanna see you now? but sandra's still down on her knees she can make a man cum wid the greatest of ease but what about her k-i-d? thats life in the belly of the beast ok so i met this brae called dave dave hung around the weatherspoons all day playing fruit machines seeing who he'd see all the old drunks and chavs was his mates he spent half the time rolling up notes putting all that white powder in his nose and before he could see he was out of control he was out in the cold when he ran out of the coke then one day he woke up bleeding out his nostrils but he was still fiending, for a next hit, so he reached in his bag for his stash he had left from the last evening thats when the drugs don't work all there doing now is just making it work at 11am he was sniffing up dust on some hype-hype flex instead of going to work but thats life in the belly of the beast where many souls perish in defeat 6 feet deep go sleep and don't wake up with shit stained pants and no make up 16 years young her name was josephine eyes wide shut, skin like aubergine found by her marge, too late to resuscitate on christmas eve man she could of chose another day poor josie too young to die but old enough to O-D theres no peace when theres no G-O-D die lonely, slowely now josies gonna get blessed by the priest when there burying her body underneath J-O-S-I-E : thats written on the wreath live from the belly of the beast PEACE