Verse 1; (Clarky)
They dont know about the life of being chased by the cops
Scared of coming home just in case they changed the locks
Ive been; framed for lots, and it; stays in lock
Thats why i roam the streets and feel safe by shops
See the guys ballied up? fam they my bods
I was taught to hold my own cah i was raised by yobs;
I was forced to run roads while my olders made the gwop
Enraged with my pain; my brains encaged with locks
I remember plenty times when id; pray to god
To make me see like him; beg to make me brave enough!
Cah i hide behind smiles like; 'its my favourite stuff'
I am my own man cah im way too fake for love
We dont know where we came from? you think we make this up?
I been down for too long, so now im raising up!
Lifes different these days; they say we've made it tough
It was rough growing up so i tell em' 'save it cause!'



Hook:
Sometimes we go & forget where we came from...
& We Don't Know.... (x4)




Verse 2: (Monk)
If you could see me....
I was standing in this cold street..
I turn around to the sound & I see more police..
Smack-heads, Junkies, Standing in front of me; Thieves!
Single Mum's Whos Sons will probably grow to squeeze
I see the pain where the pain grows with no ease..
Homeless hope to sleep.. Growing ever weak..
Knowing they gon freeze if they stay in this street..
I used to play in this street..
Put the work in now Im playing with cheats
Ever staying with tree's..
Its like they help me breathe when I squeeze what I read cah I see..
Mums of lost sons.. Due to lack of funds..
The kids grab the guns & start letting off *Shot-Shots*
Like its crack crumbs...
You know they we'rent holding no Shot, Shots when the cops come...
You see them at the shop, Sprinting from the blocks
Dodge & then it's done... Sprint & run...
They say that's how it's done but.....



Hook:
Sometimes we go & forget where we came from...
& We Don't Know.... (x4)




Verse 3; (Clarky)
The majority of youth today look at us as grown ups
When we don't know the best ourselves; we learned from our olders;
Thats the ways these things are done; just done what they told us
I guess its for the best; a fam of O-Town soldiers!
They see me on the roads; beg to stop me in the street
Cah they'd drop to their knees to hear me drop on a beat!
No compliments please; cah cuzz im not a g;
Im just doing me, they're like hold tight C;
Money is the motive; i put words where the dough is
See me smoking up the scene like green when i roll it
Emotions im controlling with a pen check how i wrote this
All the hating feels like satan on my shoulder; say im so shit!
Cause i know i put the work in, you'll never catch me hurting
You can say we dont know but i know one thing's for certain;
That ima make it faster, harder; im smarter than the last kid
Spit lyrics till they sink in; got you thinking pure darkness!