Artist: Smokee Tokess Album: Planet of the 8th's Vol.1 Song: Change Around Me Typed by: ST Ya, ya, ya, we all stuck in it stuck in a perpetual cycle of poverty shit, I don't see nothing change around me [Verse 1] Head shaven, I'm losing my hair garms stained walking with a thousand yard stare see man like you there's a thousand out there thought they were untouchable till I laid em out bare I hang around places where hos buy crack selling pussy and mouth favours, them bitches got wild faces in Highfields, hos walk around in high heels making snide deals keeping they eyes peeled for nice wheels Disgraced in this place where base is blatantly baking ticks follow tremors til ya whole hand is shaking you too could be taken with no self respect or inspiration that's the destination that your facing You could be the mouth that escaped from the council estate, and turn it round in a way, that made the crowd look amazed Cos mate, if you fiend for a piece of crack there's no peace in that, dealing with police and that I'm your homunculus, hopping around in your hippocampus in shitty pampers, riding hippos all over campus listen Dorothy, we are no longer in Kansas check out what is written on the canvas, it goes Yo Smokee, light that inspiration