Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song A Roadman's Hymn, artist - Kano. Date of issue: 03.03.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
A Roadman's Hymn |
| Over this east side, yeah, that’s the settings |
| Work all day just for toast and spaghetti |
| Kids outside on road BMXing |
| And see drug dealers roll up |
| So all they wanna be like |
| Chaps chain gold |
| Avirex jacket and a GTI Golf |
| Brown skin beauty and a pocket full of dough |
| And a presidential Roley frozen |
| So please don’t ever act like you know man |
| If you ain’t from round here, we don’t spud no hand |
| Wonder why we worship cars and clothes, man |
| We don’t own land so we’re stuck in no man’s |
| And gangsters are like superheroes to us |
| More chance of being them than a lawyer or doc |
| Idris lived one road away, what’s the odds? |
| That’s two black youts going straight to the top |
| Still repping that east side, fuck your perception |
| First class and five stars, hood up for breakfast |
| Claridge’s for tea, Don P disrespect it |
| A hymn for the streets, let the hood niggas sing it like |
| Take off |
| Watch the mandem aim for that top |
| Champagne for the pain and Cîroc |
| God keep a roadman safe on that block |
| All night we dream of that life |
| All night we prepped for this fight |
| And to my dargs that hold me down |
| More life, more life |
| Please free the mandem that’s locked up |
| I ain’t saying that they never fucked up |
| But where is forgiveness? |
| Please free the mandem that’s locked up |
| I ain’t saying that they never fucked up |
| But where is forgiveness? |
| I remember when Bruno had the Punto and Manoor had the Civic |
| Had to twang a bouncer to get in when I was spitting |
| Always had the vision that one day it would be different |
| Nas told a brother it was written |
| Champagne sipping, pan fry two fishes |
| Used to go Yankees for £1 chicken |
| Youts see me on road and feel uplifted |
| Yeah, I’m still about these endless lyrics, blud, I live it |
| I see 'nough man get caught up in the system |
| Yet mandem sell drugs but mandem know business |
| The man that steals cars, that man there could fix it |
| If I didn’t spit bars, could be behind them in the prison |
| Tell a kid he won’t be shit, he won’t be shit |
| I tell a kid like Will told me, «you'll make Ps, kid» |
| And when that cheque came, I was with Smithy up in Camden |
| Then we popped champagne with my mumzy in East Ham |
| Fuck about, we celebrate |
| Take off |
| Watch the mandem aim for the top |
| Champagne for the pain and Cîroc |
| God keep a roadman safe on that block |
| All night we dream of that life |
| All night we prepped for this fight |
| And to my dargs that hold me down |
| More life, more life |
| Please free the mandem that’s locked up |
| I ain’t saying that they never fucked up |
| But where is forgiveness? |
| Please free the mandem that’s locked up |
| I ain’t saying that they never fucked up |
| But where is forgiveness? |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Oh |
| It’s on top right now |
| Cause I got my whole city turned up right now |
| Champagne for the pain and Cîroc right now |
| The mandem are way up right now, stay up right now |
| Smithy looks about 300k up right now |
| The smile on the kids says it’s blatant right now |
| Jordan and Soraya’s doing amazing right now |
| You know that means some motherfuckers hating right now |
| Gotta stop the sharking and the snaking right now |
| A hymn for the streets, niggas praying right now |
| Can I get a amen right now? |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Oh |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Oh |