Young Kingz, Pt. 1 (feat. George The Poet)

All I see is guns and staffs, guns and staffs Mandem running up on shook ones in cafés In year 6 man were getting level 1's in maths Couple grams later... He's better with numbers Getting a gun 'cos Youngers are wetting up youngers Parent's debt is humungous Dead end wherever you run 'Cos hunters are setting up stunters For stepping up funds if they don't get enough punters No we don't want to be them old men in the bookies Betting our funds as drunkards Smoking loud but forgetting our lungs are fungus Watching the effects of poverty getting our younger's youngers Shots sound like fireworks when I wake up at night Mum screaming out the window trying to break up a fight I don't know anyone who was born and raised here Spent all them days here without no incidents So when I watch a child grow into this, I know it's not about coincidence You go into this mad world with nothing but a phone in your hand Just a handheld but no ones holding your hand You can read about the ghetto and watch the film 'Roots' But you won't get it until you cotch with real youts Watch ghetto girls play hopscotch in little boots Even when the food ain't top notch it still shoots Are we like this 'cos we're here? Or are we here 'cos we're like this? Either way life wasn't meant to be like this But we're meant to be fighters Fuck an identity crisis I'll make it work myself, it's fine the world is mine But the way you man deal with me is a myth The only thing you want to bill with me is a spliff Like shouldn't we be working on an empire? Don't we have youths we gotta send higher? I see progress, you ain't gotta try to vision If change don't come, I'm making it my decision That's why we got you taking the time to listen Remember George told you we're gonna run tings One nation of young kings Remember George told you we're gonna run tings Young nation, Young Kingz