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This journey starts six years ago in a run down housin'
In bow East London, south east UK, was a man
call this young man, Ray
Frustrated wiv bein' around the way say, "I'm bored"

one day gathered up some change
And in exchange got off Tony
Not only, they whack, they were wooden
But he took 'em 'cos it was a and it was a good'en

And he to himself, "Who wouldn't?"
Why not, then he took a little trot to DJ squat
outside the door and knocked
Asked what jungle records you

Must be you wanna get shot, of, blot
Din't buy beats, he to quit, gave him the whole lot
Then Ray had click, they were hot
Young gun soldiers but it all
Still it didn't make Ray wanna up the fight

Ray jus picked up the mic, write, lyrics while excluded
No gifts and glamor
Like for money, dough, crime pays, didn't ya know?
Even though Ray across slow

Broke shit down, brung another new
Made beats in the room
Teacher gave him a new spare
Then got a little bit o'radio airtime

A.M. till 3, be in school by 9
This was a positive sign
Learnin' beats, breaks and bars
Didn't chat about and cars

More concerned wiv you know, the
it a touch difficult to shine
Among these so underground stars
Some resented him thus presentin' him with dumbness like retards

It didn't matter, Ray would say, "Okay, I'm gonna be a real one day"
Went through along the way
But he stood firm, on wiv the wordplay
through dramas along the way

But he stoof firm, pressed on wiv the
Went dramas along the way
Let's a look at Ray today, today, today
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