| The mum don’t speak
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| She had a front row seat to her son going sleep for eternity
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| One don’t see what don’t concern me
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| But she opened up to me personally and I show her love 'cause it burns me
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| Nobody’s mum don’t deserve this
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| Over some drugs it’s disturbing
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| He ain’t no angel, But I ain’t so perfect
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| And I see my mum in his mum like she birthed me
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| Memories gold and cursed
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| Other people around us
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| Money ain’t everything
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| I call on blessings
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| Not just for me but
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| Protecting my next of kin
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| You know, my bros
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| She told me I resemble him — eyes, nose and everything
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| Went the same school, but I don’t remember him
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| He was much younger
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| And I was probably there before the psycho had settled in
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| Five-O arrested him
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| Same book, I know the story too well
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| 20−20, I already saw it too well
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| These man are checking scoreboard, they wanna war and do well
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| It’s never called for, even when it’s afforded you well
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| So I know what’s happening today
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| Can’t turn the cheek when they slap me in my face
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| Just like the wars you label off of
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| Everybody’s playing the blame game, it’s your fault
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| Generations down the line
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| We’ve forgotten how it started
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| Man are just hopping out of cars with tools and popping out apartments
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| Mummy don’t understand the logic in this carnage
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| We falls, and possibly our fathers
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| Must be a robber or an arsonist
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| Well I have been a robber in the past tense
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| Festival seasons, soon, come on, coming like Robin when I pass tents
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| She said I sound like her son did
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| I said I wish I could’ve met him 'cause he sounds like the one kid
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| I probably could’ve reached before a gun did
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| Life is like a candle in the wind
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| Don’t protect me and my friends
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| There’s a beauty hidden in the mess
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| Help me see heaven in the end
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| Appreciate the ones we have left
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| Long as everyone’s blessed
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| Only thing that matters in the end
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| I know you’re probably thinking
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| Who’s calling?
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| 'Cause I know it’s late, I’ve run out of places to run to
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| But this couldn’t wait
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| 'Cause I miss my baby
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| No, you can’t replace, no, you couldn’t save him
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| Blame me instead, 'cause
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| Pick your fights, or pick your flight
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| We’re the only ones who can lose your life
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| I’m on my way, I’m on my car
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| We’re the only ones who can lose your love
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| I called out for my mum with my last breath (mama, mama)
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| Now I’m just another son in a casket
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| And mummy wants answers
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| She don’t have a clue why I deserve this
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| She probably think I died a virgin
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| But I was riding, lurking
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| Firing, bursting
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| And now the beef’s squashed, I been gone for a decade
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| No-one comes to the cemetery regularly
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| For the block I lick shots like Pelé
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| But now I’m just a distant memory, if anything
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| Mum’s the only one who stopped living when I did
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| Most my bruddas got sons and they live in the nice bit
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| They took the drugs and the guns and put it behind 'em
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| But nobody reps for the hood like I did
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| Memories gold and cursed
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| Other people around us
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| Money ain’t everything
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| «I really don’t understand why they are not treating this as the emergency that
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| it is. |
| It’s a public disaster happening in slow motion in front of our eyes.
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| If these young people were white and they were on the streets of Maidenhead in
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| her constituency and in Windsor, there would be an utter uproar.
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| It would not be ignored. |
| This is institutional racism at the heart of
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| Government. |
| — It's a simple as that.»
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| Help me see heaven in the end
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| Appreciate the ones we have left
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| Long as everyone’s blessed
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| Only thing that matters in the end
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| Help protect me and my friends
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| Appreciate the ones we have left
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| Long as everyone’s blessed
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| Only thing that matters in the end
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| Help protect me and my friends
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| Appreciate the ones we have left
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| Long as everyone’s blessed
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| Only thing that matters in the end |