Verse 1:

Lil homie; big dreams
Always looking for them get rich quick schemes
Well known by the Garda in his mid teens
Tried to tell him chill but he don’t know what that shit means

Rallying around on his pit bike
Eyes red like the Devils son smoking big green
All he knew was wilding out from the jump
Even took his Mas car nearly flew through the windscreen

No male role models in his life since Da left
That’s when the innocence died
Older lads round the way took advantage of that
When he sold what they had it’d fill him with pride

All he really wanted was the rep
Wasn’t making whet he earned didn’t know the game yet
Had a lot to learn kept on taking the same steps
Didn’t get far before dicks started making arrests

That’d make ya depressed but he didn’t break a sweat
‘Cause as a juvenile a bating is all you get
No regrets now he’s back in the game with something to prove
Taking in more weight than he could move

Getting nicked is the least of his worries now
Money owed everywhere always in a hurry how
Did it come to this always thought he was a smart kid
Now he’s in deep gotta finish what he’s started

Bridge:

Life easy don’t make it hard on yourself
Playing with fire is bad for your health

Hook:

Lifestyles of the mislead
Fine lines often misread

Lifestyles of the mislead
Fine lines often misread

Verse 2:

Once the dough start coming in he was hooked
Even sold dope to his own blood for the bread
Soon as I heard that I nearly died with disgust
Tried to justify it but there’s nothing that he could’ve said

Lusting the bucks plus in it for the rush
No sign of slowing down had the streets running red
‘Til one day his partner cut the work too much
Word got around and they start coming for his head

Laying low in a small hood on the run
Stake outs at his gaf with the shotguns
His Mas car got burnt in the driveway
She was sweating bullets like a glock in the hot sun

Now he’s got one chance to switch the programme
Still got the whole world in hands
Fled the country reunited with his old man
How it worked out you’d swear that was the whole plan

The show’s coming to an end like a slow dance
But the tale being told isn’t one of romance
No love was shown for anybody involved
And addicts still smoke stones through holes in coke cans and the rest

The cycle continues the narrative repeats
All are put to the test
Some escape some are left feeling slugs through their vest
Mothers in the nest wondering if theirs will be next, vexed

Bridge:

Life easy don’t make it hard on yourself
Stay cool and just handle the cards you were dealt

Hook:

Lifestyles of the mislead
Fine lines often misread

Lifestyles of the mislead
Fine lines often misread