Lyrics

You see, yo, here we go, feels old school, listen, yo, yo, sitting in the darkness, searching for the bright light, living in a world where materials shine bright, what's good looks bad, and what's bad is always glamorized, so we're headed towards the badness, guided towards the crime, can't afford a pack of crisps, can't afford a pair of Nike, three of us in a one bed, I was sleeping every night, mum's telling me behave, shopping there in quick save, no bus fare walking, and my trainers are talking, I'm ten years old, I got my first sip of alcohol, feeling like Tupac, any day now I can go, I'm out here on these roads, started building up pride, just another girl child, all this anger inside, out here on these streets, started building up a line, now I'm in Versace jeans, drugs tucked up inside, jumping on my moped, made my way out of my estate, headed towards Ake Lane, Link Shagun, Link Shane, Brixton on a summer day, SMS coming out to play, my first thousand in 98, 01, license to rave, 19 I'm feeling lost, looking down at my cross, trying to find a purpose, before I catch a headshot, spent so many years out, in the streets shooting, Allah sent his angels in, to the hood recruiting, and now they call us Muslim boys, linking up at the mosque, I'm posted on a Friday, Jummah was a must, same gangster youth that, was screaming out, bang bang, now they're in the streets, and they dress like the Taliban, yo, where did all the time go, I remember Caesars, they were straight on high road, now I'm like Caesar, living out in Egypt, trying to speak Arabic, living on a dean tip, the realest, they said they expected more, funny I predicted less, so I'm here content, daughter laying on my chest, Master Mayor made me more happy than paper, so they can get the cake up, I'm chilling in relief, I'd rather live in a hut with faith, than a palace with disbelief, I'm just glad I made the break, from the cycle of the streets, now these angels all around me, and they're writing down my deeds, I know we used to live rowdy, Lord forgive me please, yeah, it's how to take responsibility, yeah, honestly that lifestyle was killing me, now look at my lifestyle, and everything's amazing, I tell myself every day, brother you're amazing, I'm looking in my daughter's face, tell her she's amazing, I'ma call my mum today, tell her she's amazing, it's amazing when, look at where we are today, this ain't what they wanted for us, calling this the chosen way, yeah I used to go in two, church every Sunday, mum's cooking rice and peas, Dennis Brown, reggae, I'm a typical black boy, typical black household, walking with my jeans low, face like I own the road, yeah before there was no hope, used to make a lot of dough, ask me about my purpose in this life, said I don't know, then I started reading, and I'm feeling like Malcolm, it touched me on the inside, I'm looking for an outcome, brothers are still inside, and they ain't coming out cause, now I look at this life, and picture me without one, I'm laying there in my grave, waiting for the next one, and that could be me any day, so I rise up before the sun, praying like the believer, that I was always meant to be, Allah written this down for me, this is what was meant for me, and I just left the cemetery, Dawud had a heart attack, he was only 33, God now he ain't coming back, yo, mad.