Exactly what happened

We grew up with it,
And the fact is,
That as a kid,
When it's easier to get a bag on tick
Than it is booze or cigs,
It's kinda hard to resist
The glam and the glitz
Of the grams and the bits
That'll divide your mind from your tits.
So...
One of me' mates' mums and dads split.
And as is the norm the dad left the mum
With the gaff and the kids, but...
She had a new fella and every weekend
was round his,
Now;
This provided us with just the right
Type of environment
To gern our backs out entirely
and safe to say we gave it our best attempt.
With the intent of pushing limits
to their ultimate extent.
Stress testing rules to see what broke and what would bend.
Acting the fool and throwing caution to the wind...

So a few years on and we was street cornerin',
Wearing a tracksuit and raincoat that let the water in,
Those same jokes you'd heard before begin
The boredum storm clouds formin in-
Amidst the smoke and mist of
all those oh so well rolled splifs that
you'd bin slaughterin',

I'm nauseous at the thought of it...

You'd passed the warning signal rizla
Of those silvers you brought with ya
Bought that morning and it's dawning
That you'd ought'a thought ta' get a quarter in
But now the mood's less ordinary,
And there are more important things,
So it's a different guy you ring,
Cos now you wanna snort somethin',
So while your mates are orderin'
The pints and an enormous gin
for this adjacent gorgeous bint
Of course you'd hit the porcelin,
Divorced from any more decision,
For this... is the realm we'd choose to live in,
Confined within the walls of our
Self-imposed prisons.