| Alright son?
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| (No mum)
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| What you up to?
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| (I'm with the guys mum like what do you want why do you keep phoning me?)
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| Just phoning to see how you are, I haven’t heard from you all day
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| (No mum I’m with the guys)
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| Alright then I’ll speak to you later
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| Warren died, guess who they handcuffed for his death
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| Blood on my knife, cos when man touched me he bled
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| I only got one life and a life means nothing to them
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| I don’t wanna make a mum cry, when the fuck will this end?
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| They took an L but made sure the next letter coming was M
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| Alphabetical slaughter, found my friend in a corner
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| Out of breath in this
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| He was surrounded by men with no border
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| Swinging around the events was the norm
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| But now we go out of the ends on a tour bus
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| No more Palace Pavilion that place but too much man in predicaments
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| Stabbing' was imminent, shank in my Timberlands
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| Squash what, the mandem are ignorant
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| And man isn’t having a bar, you know man is resilient
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| Situation was tense, I put in work but couldn’t get away from the feds
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| Fuck’s sake, I’m in the station again
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| It’s like I put my destiny in a TomTom and it showed me a quick way to the pen
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| I wish we left a bit earlier
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| Now my bredrin’s dead and I been arrested for his murder
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| Question after question, they asked if I know Warren
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| I had tears in my eyes and all I could say was «no comment»
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| I got bail and I couldn’t believe it
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| Imagine, if I got held and I couldn’t appeal it
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| It’s dragging, I asked for God’s help and I fully received it
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| But what happened?
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| I could not tell like shush it’s a secret
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| I mean what am I meant to say to man’s mother?
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| It was black on black crime
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| And all I know, they a man’s colour
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| Those ain’t no words for comfort
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| I’m a poor excuse for a friend, I mean that
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| Was I really a man’s brother?!
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| I’m at the funeral and I can’t make eye contact with his mum
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| I feel like a paigon
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| Even though I did knife combat for her son though
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| I live by the code though, that’s a no no
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| We don’t speak to no popo same rules different postcode
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| Alright son, I haven’t heard from you all day. |
| I’ve been phoning and texting
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| you and there’s just no reply, what’s going on can you please get back to me as
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| soon as you get this message. |
| Love you
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| And I’m sorry for the Mums who have lost their sons in these streets of rage
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| Couldn’t imagine you pain, couldn’t imagine your days now
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| Looking out the window for a son who ain’t coming back home
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| And things won’t change, tears on your window pane
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| That’s window pain
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| Looking out the window for a son who ain’t coming back home
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| And things won’t change, tears on your window pane
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| That’s window pain |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Window Pain , by - Ghetts. Song from the album Ghetto Gospel: The New Testament, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп