text: Walk out my front door, what do I see
  Another little yout on the street shotting weed
  It wont be too long before that youts shotting smack
  Selling heroin to his bredrins and that
  Making fast cash, thinking hes going places
  And he will be straight after the court cases
  He thought the streets would bring him glamour and fame
  But now hes locked up and no one remembers his name
  Cause you know Its so rotten
  Just how easily people are forgotten
  One minute youre heading for the top, you dont ever look like stopping
  Then suddenly you find yourself right back at the bottom
  Thats life though, and sos getting cut with a knife so
  Watch your step if you dont wanna get blood on your Nikes bro
  Cause these streets will have you up just when you least expect it
  You say you dont fear death but you know you respect it
  Somethings missing here
  Something aint right right here
  Somethings missing here
  Somethings missing here
  Something aint right right here
  Somethings missing here
  Ive seen my best friends cry, Ive seen my best friends die
  Ive heard my best friends lie about how theyre doing fine
  Ive had so many best friends in my time
  And most of them Ive lost to brown smoke and white lines
  I aint no stranger to drugs, Ive had my fair share
  Had my head up in the clouds like fucking Care Bears
  Chatting all that Rahh-tahh-tahh Im 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 theyre 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 aint right right here
  Somethings missing here
  Somethings missing here
  Something aint right right here
  Somethings missing here
  Youll 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 aint getting worse, its always been like this
  Lifes a game of give and take and people take the right piss
  Ive seen a most self-righteous a man fall off the wagon
  And start chasing the dragon
  Its funny how now theyre 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 theyre inhaling toxins through a biro and
  Its ironic, dont you think, that 5 years back the same cats
  That are now on crack?
  Didnt even used to drink, now they the missing links
  In the world of wasted talent, could of been great now theyre just making up the balance
  Musicians, artists, writers, authors
  Gymnasts, athletes, footballers
  Bare peeps I used to know who couldve 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
  Skank whores on the corner asking if you wanna party
  Its nasty, driving through the ends its like safari
  Dont get out of your car unless you a crackhead kamikaze
  Somethings missing here 
  Something aint right right here
  Somethings missing here 
  Somethings missing here
  Somethings missing missing right here
  Somethings missing here-here
  Somethings
  Somethings missing
  Somethings
  Somethings missing missing