MATANGA

I pray that mum ain't watering plants to leave on top of my grave I seen that happen a lot I might get dropped off on the estate Youtdem die, Matanaga days Outside passing plates I'm just passing through Hope that man's not passing way I try leadin a life that's calmer Feels like running from karma All of the shit I did cah my dad had left And I ain't see father Theft and PWITS, money immediate That's what I craved and mastered The road to death's way faster Know me I'm Lambeth's bastard New Park Road, had a few dark bros on bird or road right now Coulda been brukkin a O right now Wouldn't be spinnin a flow right now But a man can't dwell Hell, just like the ends as well Bells flying and love gone stale Any difference I just can't tell I seen it both A man got yinged opposite from the station Tulse Mad seein blood on the spot where you and the bros spent days at most Our CVs far from pristine 16 was calm at 16s Same time I was teefin' There was a fuck-off blade on my darg at 15 They say my bars are Sistine I say my past is prickly I'm far from pastor's pickney Me and Ro like Margs and Tricky Just laugh through trauma strictly If not then I'm barrin' quickly Them days on Jeffreys Road explain this load ah darkness in me I pray that mum ain't watering plants to leave on top of my grave I seen that happen a lot I might get dropped off on the estate Youtdem die, Matanaga days Outside passing plates I'm just passing through Hope that man's not passing way Spoke to my darg I know on the block Said that his dream is to box Been injured lots He almost stopped But felt it was sent by God He said to dream is to work till you drop And makin' it work when you feel its not Made me think for a sec 'bout times that I nearly gave up on music drops Cah really I'm still just the anxious yout That seen his pops in a psych ward Man hear my tunes don't hear my pain The fuck am I still on mic for The roses bloom and outlive All of the dreams that the youts done died for Can't lie I cry then I write more Feels like that death's on my door Every time I leave I feel so trapped in the ends that stole my youth Please don't judge me I let you close for hope and now you know my truth These memories broken, pieces chosen, spittin it out in booths If I showed my sins to myself as a child Would he look up to me too I pray that mum ain't watering plants to leave on top of my grave I seen that happen a lot I might get dropped off on the estate Youtdem die, Matanaga days Outside passing plates I'm just passing through Hope that man's not passing way