Yo 2006
Msm on the buttons
Goodchild on production
Black the ripper slash samson
This one is beautiful
I can't control it
Too much madness going on
But keep your head up
Look hear what I'm saying

Verse 1
I know how it feels to live in a messed up area
Where nobody cares for ya
Police just stop search and hassle me
That angers me
All because stereotypical views put me in a certain category
From the way I lace my shoes to the slang I speak
Even down to the way my trousers hang off of me
My patience runs out daily like my phone battery
This worlds full of blasphemy
Agony, hate and tragedy
Every bar I write has to be
Deep and creative like an art gallery
A footballer is what I planned to be
But that weren't the plan for me
After I tasted the greatness of illegal salary
I've always got my pen and pad with me
With my unpredictable mind these lyrics pop up randomly
I'm trying play the cards god handed me
Faced by reality
Trying not to lose my sanity

Chorus
How come most violence is black on black
Face facts we're trapped
In a cycle thats fill with rifles and gats
Crack
Police chat crap
They're raiding the flats cos they know we blaze in the flats
A boy got jacked for his chain and his chaps
Another boy got stabbed cos of the way that he acts
Girls act like slags and wonder why they get called gash
Dont ask me to solve it
I can't control it

Verse 2
Broad daylight jackings oversized hooded jackets
Fatal stabbings
Welcome to London it all happens
Where every teen has a dream of rapping
But gets backtracked and starts shooting crack to bring the cash in
Jeans sagging
He's bragging cos the police nabbed him
Got a new phone but the fiends jacked him
The streets are attracting more and more youths that wanna be raw
Fighting over bullshit when everyone is poor
Single mothers left to raise their baby
While the fathers caged like an ape going crazy
This world is shady
So much pain on my brain I'm only 19
Stuck in hell waiting for god to take me come and save me
Im crying and shit but I'm dying to live
High off my spliff
Lying to cids
Hoping a snitch dont bait up my crib
I need more weight on my ribs
So Im shooting eighths to the kids
I can't control it

Chorus

Verse 3
I paint lyrical pictures
Read biblical scriptures
And introduce the bible to cynical n***as
Pray while saying jesus please forgive us
For feeding the cats and I'm not talking bout whiskers
It hurts me when girls are having babies at 13
Its not funny having to rely on your hubby
Your eating for two
You and the one in your tummy
Your hungry
But your man is on road still keeping it gully
He's acting fuckery
Forgetting the truth
He's about to have a youth and you're gonna be the mummy
He doesn't see it does he
All you want is some love trust and money
While he's on guns lust and honeys that are attractive
Cos until you drop that black kid
He'll just see you as a pregnant fat shit and thats it
Its drastic lives have been damaged
The streets are attractive
You smacked him he teared and left you stranded