| Knife crimes is near a record high
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| With more than forty blade offenses every day in London
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| At a youth club in South London not far from where someone was stabbed less
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| that twenty-four hours ago
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| The outline to direct link between violent crimes, social exclusion and
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| austerity
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| A study by City Hall found that London has seen an increase in 71% in victims
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| of serious youth violence since 2012
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| The Mayor says this is linked to an increase in poverty
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| And the highest rates of violence take place in some of the poorest boroughs
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| Look, I bet them boys think I’m panickin'
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| Check what my young Gs are carrying
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| His blade same length as a javelin
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| I don’t know about B-ball or what’s happenin'
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| But know that it’s fucked if he travellin' and we see him
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| I can’t lie, I was depressed at phases
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| I was nineteen when the team nearly left him faceless
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| Hopin' that we never left no traces
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| You know when you’re so damn tired in your house
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| But you can’t sleep 'cause you got pendin' cases
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| I used to love temptin' fate, but now it’s temptin' faces
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| For half my career I was part of that
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| My best friend got a burner, and it’s lookin' like an artifact
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| Put it in your puffer or your Prada hat
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| Like fuck panic, that’s a heart attack
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| Yeah, it’s like, life so fucked in the time that we’re in
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| We’re fightin' the world, and we’re fightin' within
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| Somali dad ran away from a war
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| Now his son’s in a war, that’s the cycle we’re in
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| I know niggas that didn’t do time in a bin
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| That have never had freedom of mind, are you sick?
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| 'Round here main way to provide for your kin
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| Is in a flick blade, little push bike and a sim
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| In London a place where it’s nicer to live
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| Is only five minutes out from the guys on the strip
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| Where man make yay' work, heard he’s a soldier
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| I know that nigga hasn’t got balls like Grey Worm
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| As I grow older, change of perspective
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| I gotta stay loyal to my girl, that’s the trait she was blessed with
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| Restaurants, raves with my bredrins
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| Life’s too short, so we gotta turn up
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| Man talk on my ting for the 'Gram, it’s intrusive
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| I never really thought 'bout taking a life
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| 'Til I found out my ex-girl's dad is abusive
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| I felt «How could I be man and not do shit?»
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| I’m on the way there now, and I don’t wanna lose it
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| But fightin' her battle’s only hurtin' the girl
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| How can I protect her from the world
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| When I couldn’t even protect her from myself?
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| On my grandmother’s grave, shit happens again
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| I put a knife through a family friend
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| Most the women that I know had shit happen to them
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| So innocent 'til guilty, ain’t somethin' I have to respect
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| I think back to my youth and I was so ungrateful
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| How many of our parents had dreams they abandoned so they could put food on the
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| table?
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| Intelligent, worthy and able, that’s somebody’s parent
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| You know?
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| And that affected the way that I see shit
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| Night club toilet, you peed on the seat
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| 'Cause you don’t know how it feels when your mom’s gotta clean shit
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| And her boss treats her like she don’t even mean shit
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| And she gotta wait for the bus in the rain and it’s freezin'
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| And Mrs. said that you would never be shit
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| And you don’t wanna cry about dad, but you need him
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| I grew up so fucked, but I didn’t even deep it
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| I’m numb to the feelin' of grievin'
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| And man gettin' birded
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| African moms on the floor, just screamin'
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| It’s mad cah I try so hard
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| Death’s got to be easy, 'cah life’s so hard
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| I was twelve wishin' that I was a white man, hard
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| Cah if I was then they probably wouldn’t life mans darg
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| I was dead broke, fam, I couldn’t swipe mans card
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| And time might pass, but I still gotta stay with it
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| It wasn’t his beef, but I see him try claimin' it
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| That’s why he caught a bullet with another man’s name on it
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| Now he can’t do leg day or put strain on it
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| Every time you hear me freestyle, I put pain in it
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| I used to wonder «Does God have favorites?»
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| Touch me, it’s dangerous, I wouldn’t play with it
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| 'Cause you can go sleep, and have a different type of wake for it
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| I miss my dawgs, unstable
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| You violate Chris? |
| Then rah, turn Chris Benoit
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| Have him hit from far, nah
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| Fill 'em up with bricks and glass, nah |
| My young Gs will grip, then blast
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| Have you tried in the street? |
| Fuck findin' my feet
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| I could ride, but it’s better when I’m ridin a beat
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| My emotions are peak, it ain’t a sign of defeat or the weak
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| I would’ve **** you, then cried in my sleep
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| Dropped just two racks and told them «Buy the machine»
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| I’m LeBron in Miami, I provide for the heat
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| God strike me if I’m lyin', I ain’t cryin' in this beef
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| Unless the tears comin' tatted on the side of my cheek
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| I provide for my peeps, the Lamb' white in the seats
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| So I’m literally a wolf disguised in a sheep
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| You have five figure dreams, I have five figure sleep
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| Five hours more than enough time that I need
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| Man want a fair fight, but I ain’t on it when I see him
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| Fuck honour, this revolver is onomatopoeic
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| Let it «Stut-tut-tut-tut-tut-tut-ter» when you see him
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| Free Scalez, Free C and free my niggas 'til I see 'em
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| I wouldn’t wanna be him
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| My old Gs roamin', I don’t need a coliseum
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| You see it?
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| So I’m playin' it good, let hood politics stay in the hood
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| Fuck the internet, you see this new generation
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| The Insta beef and I ain’t into speakin'
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| When I duck down
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| I had him runnin' in a lift like he missed a meetin'
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| There’s no good reason to risk your freedom
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| The yutes dem snitch and bitches sneakin'
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| She don’t wanna talk 'bout friendships
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| She just wanna deal with the pipe like I’m fixin' leakin'
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| And sleep with a legend like Chrissy Teigen
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| Where I’m from the word «Life» has a different meanin'
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| Man smile in your face, but them niggas schemin'
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| Try involve me in a flakey dealin'
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| Sistine Chapel, I’ma paint the ceilin'
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| I been violated and I hate the feelin'
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| That’s why nowadays man hates the preachin'
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| We smile in the visit, 'cause we ain’t defeated
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| The Supreme Court’s where my mates appealin'
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| I can’t breed that girl, that’s torture
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| South London, it’s just slags on the corner
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| And influencers tryna bag them a baller
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| She a gold-digger, I can tell from her aura
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| Her socials say princess, she a pauper
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| When it’s time for it, need more for my daughter
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| Call me a talker, but man are gettin' lined like lambs in the slaughter
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| It’s life-threatening and I can tell from the borer
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| Cut through a nigga like a knife though flora
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| Feds got the guys on a case and they stalk us
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| It’s conspiracy like tinfoil hats and a new world order
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| Touch me, better have a life insurer
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| Blood thirsty, I got sharks in the water
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| And trust me, I know a killer whale, no orca
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| Have you ever seen a nightmare brought to life?
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| Where I’m from, you get cheffed on a normal night
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| Men talk on my name, but it’s porkie pies
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| I really put it in a prick like a porcupine
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| Little bro wanna save for a .45
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| Go board a flight, there’s more to life
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| Yutes on the M6 all the time
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| We don’t need TFL for a northern line
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| All the best politicians been taught to lie
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| Where do they buy cocaine when they’re snorting white?
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| Are their dealers safe or on the borderline?
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| It’s ironic, 'cause we don’t where to draw the line
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| Man see Blue Story, they’re mortified
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| Man see Scarface and it’s glorified
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| 'Cause when you’re black, everything gets scrutinized
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| That’s why they call it «Urban», it gets euphemized
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| South London, man are gettin' euthanized
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| I see a yutes demise, I wasn’t too surprise
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| He got soaked but his right hand scuba dived
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| Don’t die by a sword that you used to shine
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| You can drown for your king, you don’t know about Ophelia
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| Cah we got iron, I don’t know about anaemia
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| I took the hard road, we don’t know 'bout the easier
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| One bag of whores and drug paraphernalia
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| When ends got sticky, had a flicky with Emelia, I mean Olivia
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| This ain’t Libya, this ain’t Syria
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| You act sillier, we let it seep in your skin like Nivea
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| Who wants to be a millionaire? |
| I won it
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| Never done a gameshow or trivia
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| I done Wandsworth, Erlestoke visitor
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| I done Springhill, Grendon, Swinfen, Whitemoor, Swaleside, Brixton visitor
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| I done M-way trips, done shit that I wished I never did
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| Becah I could have been a prisoner
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| Is this the shit that appeals to the listeners?
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| Road ain’t no amazing life
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| The ends full of snakes and jails, just a waste of time |
| I tell my young Gs «Take your time»
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| Fuck Jazz, you can really see a major nine
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| Yo, I’m so ashamed of how I used to get figures
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| Man sell you a dream like the road tings lit
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| And then they leave out the parts where you’re burying your niggas
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| Or in jail, wonderin' who’s puttin' dick in your Mrs
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| I’m so fuckin' determined
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| I was in intensive care when I was born, mommy fell down the stairs
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| Whether I was gonna live or not was somethin' uncertain
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| I used the word «Fell», with the commas inverted
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| You see, growin' up I had it far from perfect
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| But nobody did, so I’m a normal person
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| I gotta be grateful, we all have demons and all see angels
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| Or maybe it’s me
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| A black yutes more than a face on a screen
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| A number on a laptop or name on a sheet
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| We got stories to tell and got places to be
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| From my heart, that’s the makin' of me
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| I was really about to lose
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| I sat on my hands
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| I struggled 'cause I didn’t want to suffer again
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| I just wanted, didn’t wanna make my son upset
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| I went to
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| I tried so much, we have no strength
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| I was in detention counsel for months, I didn’t give up
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| I was not even twenty when I left Africa
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| I was determined to survive
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| I was determined to survive
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| I didn’t have anybody, nobody was ready to help me
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| You was six weeks old, this is when we left from Africa
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| I was on the streets for three years
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| Nobody let me eat, nobody in this nation
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| I couldn’t pay my rent, gettin' deported
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| I didn’t give up, I carried on everywhere |