Small town boy got big city dreams
He feels the chill of the night through his jeans
It bites the skin like the knife he carries
Shadows his face underneath his hoody
Walks to a home that the government owns
Holes fill the walls where the photos should go
Last night s takeaways is still in the stove
He takes a...
Seat at the table and go over his notes
Chorus
He s trying make it
While trying to hide
Two edges
To his double life
School of
Thought to his left
And hard knocks
To his right
He s just trying survive
(Awa)
Streetwise way beyond his years
Can launch his fists like he handles Shakespeare
Nobody knows and he doesn t care
All that matters are the colours he wears
Hungry for something that he can t eat
Calms his nerves with every word that he sees
Lights his cigarette, has a cup of tea
He takes a seat at the table and c
