Pity The Plight Lyrics - Ill Manors (deluxe Edition) - Plan B

Pity The Plight Lyrics 

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 

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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 

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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