[Verse 1]
My Marjae knew this brudda through her friend
In the end met in '02
Back when grime was the trend
Immigrant nigga with hopes of starting again
In the nizzy and his name Izzy least let's just pretend
And he was one of the men that would develop a habit
Cigarette fumes because the stress of life couldn't hack it
Knowin' the jakes could spin his yard 'cause he ain't got papers
Then it progressed smokin' weed now he's got papers
Rеup on the low want nobody to judge
Tilson Gardens for thе bud but Mummy clocked the mud
Tried to warn his older sister out of love
That the faith a nitty has ain't the same as the one that comes from above
You see in ends drink and smoke was what we knew
'Cause if you didn't then the ills of life will fuck with you
Reveal a cut or two or maybe even scars
Leave our problems on the ground this shit has got me flying far
Oh, Lard
[Verse 2]
Times past and I'm eleven on the strip and now
There's cats and needle points where the mandem have us a kickabout
On New Park take a break and bop to Happy Shoppers
Seen a couple shottas getting grabbed by more than happy coppers
Hit the Morely's and I seen my Uncle Izzy lookin' iffy
Had a roach on the ear and said he missed me
Truthfully my Marjae said we shouldn't talk
And if I see him on the street look away and keep the—
It's really kinda funny thinkin' retrospect
Because my father was hooked on liquor, he'd take it to the neck
But as long as the addiction is an accepted affliction
Then it's not the same as nitties, that's okay I guess
He needed help but we turned on him like his siblings did
Ain't even care bout the squalor that he was living in
Izzy didn't mind
But there's only so long you can hide what's buildin' up
By just billin' it
[Verse 3]
My Uncle Izzy is a nitty now, mad ting
You'll find him homeless in the city now, mad ting
It's almost funny how quick the vice had grabbed him
Could you imagine that it started from that damn spliff
Psychosis the diagnosis
The family did the best Moses impression
'Cah they split, fam, it's the mad ting
Blood is nothing I can tell by what his fam did
And if I say it I'm the villain, that's the mad ting
I mourn the soul of the dreamer who just wanted to fly
The high that he chases got him crashing and falling from the sky
But this is normalcy in Lambeth so nobody cries
Until it's funerals from hearing that somebody died
How many Izzies in my city boxing demons been labelled a heathen
And never receiving the help that they need
The shottas profit off despair from the hopeless it's peak
Went from survival of the fittest to open with greed
Sticks and stigma in Stockwell got me sticking to faith
The price of being poor is higher than minimum wage
Hardly scared of hell because we've been living in pain
I saw him scrambling for pennies this shit is insane
My uncle Izzy is a nitty now, mad ting
You'll find him homeless in the city now, mad ting
It's almost funny how quick the vice had grabbed him
Could you imagine that it started from that damn spliff
