Missin' Links - Plan B

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

Somethings missing here

Something ain’t right right here

Somethings missing here

Somethings missing here

Something ain’t right right here

Somethings missing here

I’ve seen my best friends cry, I’ve seen my best friends die

I’ve heard my best friends lie about how they’re doing fine

I’ve had so many best friends in my time

And most of them I’ve lost to brown smoke and white lines

I ain’t no stranger to drugs, I’ve had my fair share

Had my head up in the clouds like fucking Care Bears

Chatting all that «Rahh-tahh-tahh I’m just experimenting»

MDMA, LSD, amphetamines and

All the rest of that shit that goes with it

Why is it everyone who does drugs thinks they know

Everything there is to know about life already?

Just by sitting on their settee doing drugs in front of the telly

Thinking they’re heavy, cause they live their lives like that

High on crack, what sort of fucking life is that?

Whatever happened to your dreams and aspirations, blud?

Now the highlight of your day is masturbation, blud

Somethings missing here

Something ain’t right right here

Somethings missing here

Somethings missing here

Something ain’t right right here

Somethings missing here

You only end up in the gutter if you live your life on the curb

Or you choose to take it one step further than the herb

Shit ain’t getting worse, it’s always been like this

Life’s a game of give and take and people take the right piss

I’ve seen a most self-righteous a man fall off the wagon

And start chasing the dragon

It’s funny how now they’re the ones with the problem

Look how much their big fucking mouths have gone and cost them

Used to be the type that looked down on man

Now they’re inhaling toxins through a biro and

It’s ironic, don’t you think, that 5 years back the same cats

Are now on crack?

They didn’t even used to drink, now they’re the missing links

In the world of wasted talent, could of been great now they’re just making up

the balance

Musicians, artists, writers, authors

Gymnasts, athletes, footballers

Bare peeps I used to know who could’ve turned pro

Now the only game they play is the one on road

Whether it be drug pushing, shoplifting or prostitution

Some sort of institution seems like the only solution

Stop the manor looking like some kinda mardi gradi

This guy cause on the corner asking if you wanna party

It’s nasty, driving through the ends its like safari

Don’t get out of your car unless you a crackhead kamikaze

Somethings missing here

Something ain’t right right here

Somethings missing here

Somethings missing here

Something ain’t right right here

Somethings missing here