I pray my lil bros fixes up and leaves the road side
On two feet than being stretchered off with closed eyes
If you know you know I really was on the road side
Hitting licks even though I knew mummy wouldn't co-sign
Daddy weren't there but I can't blame him
Cause if two became one how then can you be on different pages
Minds pacing like I'm in the races
Now I've got to pick a side cause they fell out of engagement
And the block was hot cause the Mandem had no license for the pop up shops
Was a likkle yute still was getting stopped a lot
Couldn't lose the food disposophobia had me plug it off
Gang life Mandem didn't have 9-lives
Lost friends predominantly to jail and knife crime
Slip up no I had mine get caught man they gurn try
Give me death though life and death man they live side by side
But they want us to kill ourselves
Yea the best way you can destroy a people
You take away their ability to reproduces themselves
Who is it that's dying out here on theses streets every night
Y'all
Yea
Young brothers like yourselves
What am I supposed to do
A fool roll up Tryna smoke me
Ama shoot the M
If he don't kill me first
Yo from age 10 I been involved in the trap wave
12am in shearwater court watching Marlies slang cane
Satdays would hit up Greenwich to rob sometimes Malls came
Mad games running up in Greggs food out the microwave
Age 12 got caught up in the ride outs
20 man on bikes we were doing up Tour d Italia
Same year all changed when Adam got killed
The night before I was on the block with him
Never saw it coming
Bunked off school the next day bopping past the block
To ambulance on the estate
Helicopter flew in block was covered in red tape
They killed him on the stair case
It breaks my heart to think cause of him I got on the air waves
Damn after that the man the ends changed
All became enemies like flip no more best mates
On top of that mommy moved us to where she felt safe
Ended up in Charlton SE7 on the red wave
Its Nath
Doing exactly what they want you to do
You have to think young brother
About your future
Throw it back to SMA seeing man from the estate
Getting gassed thinking like rah we going to celebrate
Thinking nothings changed
Cause me bro I still got love for them
But their feelings weren't the same
Cause I was now on a cherry wave
Them man had many faces
I became the kid with many pagans
Most days in school I was a bull I spent it raging
Getting into fights that was my way of escaping
Though I knew the reason but for mum no explanation
Got kicked out by age 13 was in the slammer
Got caught with my Flicky like I'm abracadabra
And man I had to man up first test of my character
Said to myself feedback on road can't be they manhandled ya
Few weeks later came out thankful to my speaker
But now I'm ina Carehome living like Tracy Beaker
And it could've been deeper they try put me up in foster care
But how could I play family with someone who's blood I didn't share
I never was a pagan always showed love never hatred
Mommy brought me up right enticed by the paper
Enticed by the life my cousins lived on the strip
Money cars clothes everything
The lifestyle looked lit