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Pity the Plight
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July 23, 2012
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Song Meaning
Verse 1
Pity the fates of young fellows
Too long in 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
Verse 2
Their Christian mothers were lazy perhaps
Leaving it up to the school
Where the moral perspective is hazy perhaps
And the climate oppressively cruel
Give me one acre of cellos
Pitched at some distant regret
Pity the fate of young fellows
And their anxious attempts to forget
Verse 3
So you're the bad man that killed Kerbie yeah? Yeah
And that little girl yeah?
I didn't mean to kill her, it was an accident
Do you know who that girl was though? Nah
That was my fucking sister
Chris man, just allow it
Don't tell me to fucking allow it, you don't fucking know me
Verse 4
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 her dad died even poorer
Separated until she was eight years old
He knew as soon as he saw her that he adored her
So now he's paying for blood with a borer
And an automatic weapon, Smith And Wesson
That'd split a fucking hole in your chest length
Verse 5
He's been looking to corner the perpetrators responsible for a killing
Now that he's finally got them where he wants them
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 them as the terror starts progressing
That leaves the youngest of the two open to his suggestion
Only thirteen years old, pubescent adolescent
About to learn a very harsh and depressing lesson
Verse 6
Here, stab him up, do it!
Jake bruv, just, come on
I can't, I can't do that
How the fuck do you think we got here?
How the fuck do you think I know where you live?
He offered to kill you earlier for me!
What
What so you set me up?!
Fucking talk to me bruv!
That's it, get mad!
You fucking used me bruv!
I didn't tell you to fucking kill her
Verse 7
These are the tears of a wanna-be thug
Crying tears as thick as blood 'cause his elders 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 street are rife with corruption
Young minds get corrupted and so easily fucked with
Only leads to destruction in the end, false assumptions
That people have your back makes you believe they're your friends
Although some represent, no one can be trusted
Verse 8
One double-O percent 'cause some thugs will go to lengths
To get revenge
Even if it means manipulating youths to carry skengs
And do the dirty work for them
The kind of work for men
That route the dark has past
Not impressionable young children that never had a chance
Growing up in these manors most are doomed from the start
'Cause the minds of their peers are as ill as their hearts
Verse 9
Get mad
You fucking dickhead
Do it
Verse 10
Pity the fates of young fellows
Too long in 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

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