Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Brutalism , by - Turkish Dcypha. Song from the album All Good Things, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 11.06.2020
Record label: Quite Defiant
Song language: English
Brutalism |
| Where I’m from, the streets are cold. |
| You better wear a Parker |
| 1 in 5 of my partners didn’t know his father |
| Young marauders swimming, couldn’t see the harbour |
| We would get in beef needing more than a plaster |
| I would hold a knife and say it was protection |
| But I wanted more than anything to use it as a weapon |
| Didn’t go to school, 50 Cent taught me lessons |
| Excluded a hundred times before I started year seven |
| Bredrin. |
| Growing up was cold |
| Seeing all my people locked up took it’s toll |
| I watched Angel Heart and wanted to sell my soul |
| And fell into a well of melancholy full of coal |
| The Road to Redemption is a perilous one |
| Summer threats made you wonder if September would come |
| Never had Christmas dinner. |
| No December’s were fun |
| When I visited hell, I met the devil with guns and told him |
| In the streets it’s cold. |
| Colder than you know |
| When the heat is on, you better not fold |
| Growing up ain’t nice 'round here |
| Always running for your life 'round here |
| I’ve been jacked once. |
| The second time was better, trust |
| I was showing off my new era the bus |
| These boys were asking me questions |
| Wanting to know where I’m from |
| When I name my estate, people usually run |
| But they didn’t get the hint and followed me onto the street |
| I didn’t know until I felt a fist connect above my cheek |
| There were 8 of them and I was on my Js |
| Fight or flight didn’t say to run away |
| So I started scrapping out. |
| Put a few of em down |
| Grabbed my cap off the ground and ran into Camden Town |
| The next day I see my friend and he asked what happened |
| He saw my black eye and plotted a plan of action |
| Told the olders from my area and staked out the square |
| Knowing that the boys who tried to rob me cotched there |
| We took their phones and they took a beating |
| They were lucky to even leave breathing |
| In the streets it’s cold. |
| Colder than you know |
| When the heat is on, you better not fold |
| Growing up ain’t nice 'round here |
| Always running for your life 'round here |
| In the streets it’s cold. |
| Colder than you know |
| When the heat is on, you better not fold |
| Growing up ain’t nice 'round here |
| Always running for your life 'round here |
| Better learn how to fight 'round here. |
| Either that or hold a knife 'round here |