[Verse]
I was out there serving
By myself, no workers
If a man gives [?]
That man deserves to get murdered
We don't do them tings 'round here
We don't rate those antics
Cause a racket when I let them packs go
I serve man like Sampras
I weren't the worst yute on the ends
There were man tryna murder their friends
Man go jail if a phone tapped
Come home in the same line, start working again
The worst yute never makes it
I don't make money doing bait shit
I made p, made it out, got a masters
'Cause I knew this country would hate it
Yeah, nah, they hatin', they hatin'
Thought I'd be in'n'out of the station
Strong black man in the making
Hated by the place I was made in
This country is finished, but they're proud to be British
Who are they kidding?
Price of life is on the rise
And this country is making a killing
The stress of selling gets old
Can't get a good nights sleep on road
Trying to keep free and alive
Sometimes gotta do ten toes
I saw friends go mad, saw friends mow stones
I saw friends leave home and just lose it
Where they are, man, nobody knows
This place I know and I'm so through with
Yeah, I miss Juice, man, I hope he's alive
I saw him coping to survive
Darren said he went missing one day
Hoping the tears go unnoticed in my eyes
I'm not supposed to cry, it's all part and parcel
Growing up in a place like this
You either get stuck here
Or you pass through courts
[?] road was hell for a dark yute
Black bastard when did it start?
Calling me names, run home and ask
Seven years old, 'mum what's n***a?'
Superman pants changing from a bath
Wayne called me that outside of his yard
And his big brother Tom just laughed
Yeah his big brother Tom just laughed
But we live here too man, don't they know that
The names they called us then we'd soon own that
Labels they put on us, we'd soon outgrow that
Mum said the best revenge is success
So I guess I'm getting my own back
Come a long way from asking to make a call
Then tell you you're not getting your phone back
Come a long way from snow in the summer
But I've still got a long way to go, I know that
I was suffering then, still suffering now
Scuffling then, still scuffling now
Saw my friend get stabbed. Late night, summer
Anxiety I still suffer with crowds
From a place unknown
Why you still living there?
He killed prostitutes and I was living there
Vulnerable girls like ducks that were sitting there
In the space of a month, five went missing there
And I sold what they risking life for
I still have nightmares of things that I saw
I was out in the cold turned away by friends that I wouldn't think twice to die for
Big J let me sleep in his spare room
He passed away and I couldn't cry more
Now the little girl that named this album is the only thing that I'd give my life for
We live here