I'm my own worst enemy;
I always was.
I've grown up saying things
just because,
I thought they were cool
and were the right thing to say,
but then I did the opposite
anyway.
I'd tell my friends
not to ever ever touch drugs.
Tell them it's mind altering;
even just bud.
But then when I'm home,
at the end of my day,
I'd roll myself a fattie and spark up the J.
I'd sit back and contemplate all the shit I'd say
'n be amused by the fact that I'd got away
with it;
because, you know, I'm a hypocrite.
I like to be perceived
like I'm healthy 'n fit.
I pretend to pitch in 'n always do my bit;
a philanthropist
but misanthropist
towards the common Brit.
 
I detest all that chavy ill linguistic shit.
All they do is grunt around and smoke 'n spit.
But when I get a cold, I'm renowned for it;
like Colombian flu
when you get that drip;
I just let it rip,
I could hooligan flip
And then the holds I had
go 'n quickly lose their grip.
But I still stand and preach like I'm highly moral;
how I'd never cheat, steal or even quarrel.
I'm a solid gold guy,
I don't even squabble,
I'm a pacifist,
anti-anarchist,
biblically moral.
 
Wait.. but,
did I also mention that I'm a bit of a liar?
Testing what I say could mean an avalanche of fire.
Switching off my pleasantry to behaviour that's dire,
pissing in the holy water 'n beating up the choir.
Strangling the clergy with bits of barbed wire,
hanging them outside for the public to admire,
advertising online as a hit man for hire,
whilst all the time I'm moonlighting as an orthodox messiah.
 
But I could lie and con just about anyone
and wouldn't even be phased about what I'd done.
It's when family get involved when I really turn crazy;
It's when it involves my loved ones
that it really phases me.
 
But it's more of an internal thing, 'cos
you can't flip out to win;
It's a devotional emotional paradigm of sin.
Like,
I can smoke weed and have sex with absolute resolution,
but when I find my little sisters done it
I'm filled with convolution.
On the one hand I'm saying that she shouldn't fucking do it,
on the other hand I'm demonstrating that I myself do it.
 
But she's fourteen and fresh with so much ahead of her,
if only I could take the brunt of it all instead of her.
I mean,
if she could do whatever it was that she wanted,
but not be strayed or detrimentally affected,
I'd angelically take the consequences,
as long as she was protected.
But because we live in a shitty world
where magic isn't real,
I can't transfer the dangerous effects
or ruin weeds appeal.
So instead I hit a wall in that
I cannot dissuade the stuff.
So to whim away my problems,
I resort to huff the puff.
Which is really just a prime example
of me being a hypocrite...
If you can't top or beat the system,
fuck it. Join it.

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