Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song State Of Mind , by - Ghetts. Song from the album Ghetto Gospel, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 13.07.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: F Radio
Song language: English
State Of Mind |
| Yeah, you see this one here yeah? |
| This one’s for anyone stuck in the same state of mind as I am |
| It’s not a good one… It’s a hood one |
| If I’ve changed, have I changed for the worst? |
| I come home with blood stains on my shirt |
| Trying to fool my mum like it’s April the first |
| Just to think I was raised in a church |
| One prays in the church, whilst trying to get my cases adjourned |
| As far as my mates are concerned… |
| I set pace for the paper we earn |
| But before this I was straighter than perm |
| Now I get more whips than slaves when they work |
| I’ll drive, you drive let’s take it in turns |
| From the cloak room, to the showroom |
| Who thought I would go to the pen so soon? |
| When I found out I was facing a bird |
| I was trying to do more than escape in a search |
| Everyday that occurred I would phone home |
| Just to see if the jakes had returned |
| I was on the run… now look what I’ve gone and done |
| I’m only making it worse |
| More time for the jakes do a search |
| More crime, too late to reverse |
| 4−5 on the waist so I’m safe and alert |
| Like life I’ll be out when the ravens emerge |
| Next thing I knew, handcuffs, face on the curb |
| Some say it’s the cage I deserve |
| I used to wish I could disappear off the face of the earth |
| Now I wish I could make it commersh |
| Talk about freedom of speech? |
| (Huh) |
| My nigga I’m paid to be heard! |
| In school I never got the grades of a nerd |
| In fact I was ashamed every term |
| But when sports day came |
| Gold medals is all Jay claimed, any race I was first |
| This is just a state of mind for me |
| Only God can change this life, set me free |
| This is just a state of mind for me |
| Only God can change my life, set me free |
| Sleep how? |
| When I know deep down there’s niggas in P-Town |
| That wanna see G found, on the ground dead |
| 'Cause I’ve been crowned the best of the underground scene now |
| Still I’m around the ends |
| But on just one hand I can count my friends |
| And the rest are associates… |
| You know the type you won’t see when it’s beef |
| You’ll only see them when it’s appropriate |
| For example, they’ll come to the rave in the car full |
| See me and when they get in free |
| They be like «Yo there’s Dizzee Rascal»! |
| Niggas must think that my floors are marble |
| I ain’t got nothing to give prick |
| I still be plugging the piff quick |
| I’m a bad breed like I got my own cousin addicted |
| Rough and rugged I live this |
| I’m big in the scene |
| But to the feds I’m just another tug in the district |
| I’m from where manna pop the boot, cock and shoot |
| Prostitutes on the block in boots |
| And cops don’t ever need lots of proof |
| Just one snake son of a bitch, now you’re as hot as soup |
| Next step jail can’t wait for some proper food |
| It’s alright when you got a zoot |
| But when the buzz wears off… |
| It’s back to reality |
| But suicide is an act of insanity |
| So we stay trapped in a tragedy |
| Hit road and sell crack for a salary |
| And I’m like… all I wanna do is relax under a canopy |
| Mum don’t be mad at me |
| This is just a state of mind for me |
| Only God can change this life, set me free |
| This is just a state of mind for me |
| Only God can change my life, set me free |
| Trying to change my state of mind is a waste of time |
| Cause' I’m living in a place of crime |
| Where the youngers think they need iced out chains to shine |
| Olders on the ends still ain’t resigned |
| I’m a owner of a skeng, baby nine |
| Getting chauffeured in a Benz I’m a lazy guy |
| My CoDee’s in the pen, said he’s way behind |
| So when he comes out back to the way we grind |
| I’m in an all black jumpsuit |
| And because I’m an MC, I’m a role model to the young youts |
| But I’ma be real, I’ve done moves, and I still do |
| And yeah I do music but I’m still waiting for funds due |
| And a corner to the receipt, the cheque |
| But the cheque ain’t come through |
| I guess what they told me was untrue |
| Still some think I’m on top like a sunroof |
| I’m in the slums where some shot and some shoot |
| Summer comes, all winter manna slung food |
| Rob and steal, I’m on the grind no time for a proper meal |
| So I settle for junk food… and a bottle of Lilt |
| I do shit and I just can’t bottle the guilt |
| Some say life’s a game, well… |
| I ain’t playing for Monopoly bills |
| I gotta be real ain’t none of us winning the lottery |
| So my philosophies deal drugs from bobby to pills |
| That’s how I honestly feel |
| But I got bars like a wanna be built |
| Call it my last hope |
| This is G-H signed and concealed |
| This is just a state of mind for me |
| Only God can change this life, set me free |
| This is just a state of mind for me |
| Only God can change my life, set me free |
| (State of mind) |
| I’m so stuck in my ways |
| I’ve been like this for more than a couple of days but you know? |
| (Change this life) |
| Only God can |
| But I still got grams, so real |
| (State of mind) |
| I’m on these roads every day |
| That’s the realness of it |
| (Change this life) |
| You know what? |
| If I only I could |
| G-H… yeah, Nocturnal on the beat |
| Anti I thank you man… It’s all in the blood line |
| Yeah |