Rapped Up

ALL RAPPED UP

The street corners are full of kids on the dole
Everyday's the same destroying their soul
No money to spend no places to go
So forget it man it's time to blow
The pushers are out dealing in sorrow
For some poor kids there'll be no tomorrow
Kerb crawlers fill our cities by night
Gang's of youth begin to fight
They're high on cider and bags of glue
Every night's the same nothing's new
We must bring these kids in off the street
They could listen to me now that's a treat
The world's not all doom and gloom
So pack them in there's lots of room
The music is loud it's the place to be
They could listen to the rhymes of the top M.C.
So hold your head high and say your number one
And don't take any sh*t from anyone
It's your time you're wasting just hanging around
So work out a style and develop your sound
Don't let your youth just slip away
Do something now, do it today
Whether it's music or whether it's art
Either is cool just as long as you start You could paint in the subways
and brighten the trains
The cops couldn't catch you they'd be blowing their brains
So remember one thing it's your world too
And don't always be told what you must do
Stick up for your rights and tell them what's wrong
The weak never get anywhere only the strong
Now it's time to hand back the mike
So relax be cool and enjoy the night