Intro

I was out there serving By myself, no workers 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 nigga?' 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