F64 S3.EP25

Michael was another that lived without the love of a mother nor the other

Not the story of a brother not using a rubber

Father was a militant Rasta back in the early 80′s

Licked banks built hood schools so you could learn your babies

Of course poser

Jag with the chauffeur

Also sent paper to the rebel fighters in Angola

Cause back then the OG's understood the mission of the system for planting division in the hood

Real real soldiers

Spirit hustle may be part of living

If you did it never spat it in your lyric

They was training raising bars martial arts kicking a teddy boys ass taking a scholarly class

Mind sharp

Inspired by the Marleys and Arleys and Panther party's

Saw the road as a means to an end for real shit they starting

The movement got devoured

You know the system cowards

That Rejected anything that's a threat to the power

Locked up the militants labeled them schizophrenic

Liquid cosh their necks so they could never defend it

The rest

Never been soldiers

Look how they folded

Soon as the moneys involved with

Crack hit in '86

Lit a spliff with boulders

Michael's father was a last of a dying breed

Coulda Been the leader that we need but we didn't heed

With the entrepeneur mind like SB

Our Potential will blossom if it just left be

But Pigs killed him

Not the first won't be the last

But he made the news the day the trials starts

What a farce tryna charge police even with the footage showing them over his dead body laughing they got released

That's when Michaels mother lost it

He was just a toddler

Sent to live with grandmother too sick to raise him proper

By the time granny died mum was an alchoholic

And touched the crack too but never recovered from it

So care homes for Michael

Where he kept getting neglected

What becomes of the little boy who gets molested

How does he admit it

And tell the world about his deathwish

It's easier to play hard and just get arrested

Did I mention a genius with maths and science

And finally he's got a teacher that is really trying

Jane Taylor

Half Irish half from Grenada took this little boy & showed him love and saw what he was made of

But the years out and primary school is over now he's losing his mother figure again so he's turning colder

Cause secondary is never steady, deadly for many

Frightened by the height and the fightin ever ready to expell em or dispell em

Whatevers in their melon

And of course other youts wanna shank em and shell em selling or not

Every other day your getting searched

When it first happened to Michael

You know his pride was hurt

But their were many many

Felt a violation of his fathers memory

Every time he stood their pockets getting emptied

But all they found was Algebraic equations that he was blazing

He Kept his love for the knowledge dispite his teachers hating

But when your school dinners free

And you can see

Socks bursting out of your shoes

What will it be?

When your elders say pick up this Q make P

It ain't rocket science your a smart kid your aiming for a key

Watch how many doors and more legs it opens

Promoting the key to ya never tell you about the doors it closes

But Michael new the cycle and what it might do

He seen enough crashes but he jumped on the bike too

Cause love from the olders made his shoulders feel bigger than boulders

And most of the things that we do we just wanna be noticed

So he hustled harder

Leader like his father

He ain't a schoolboy no more he's deep in the drama

Youngest in the click

Quickest with a brick

Sickest with the stick

Stuck up grown men

Rep getting big

Down in Bond Street shopping

Should of been in Year 11

Living like a spoilt rich kid

But even more depressing

Where the trigger pressing take you quickly where your destined

And quickly you learn that's it's sick and just how quick ya bredrins snake ya

For paper and he was no safer

Than any other thug with a stick might make ya

Touch 21 and he seen enough paper

And enough death to take ya breath to your maker

But

Was never that mean couldn't be seen

Dealing with pregnant fiends

His boy told him the games that dirty

Maybe you should leave?

Plus he got a queen and she ain't on the hype

Ain't impressed by the bullshit

Coulda been the wife

But when Mike got shift again sent for another bird

Stacey said that's the end and woulda kept her word

But her belly started bulging

She took the V.O and told him

It's still over I ain't raising my yout on the road ting

But Michael insisted and listed reasons why it's different

He grew up without a dad and swore that his yout would be different

Stacey looked into his eyes and saw that he meant business

Kissed him and told him she missed but play your positon

She got visions of them living when he was out of prison

He gave his lines to his boys made it an early Christmas

The babys born he named him after his pops

But he ain't seen him yet didn't wanna meet him in the box

So all they got is pictures

Feeling complete without the riches

Having all a man really needs a baby and a missus

Two weeks from his release with the picture in his hand

Another inmate ran up on him with the shank

Tried to buss his throat

Quick reflex

Micheal raised his arm just about managed to protect his neck

They fought and wrestled

He looked into his eyes

And to his surprise

He finally managed to recognise

Little P

He used to take his paper away

He swore that he was such a dickhead that he did it bareface

If you learn nothing learn any dickhead can kill

And everybody bleeds ain't nobody made of steel

Little P stuck the shank in

Tore apart micheals flesh

Michael pissed and shit on himself and took a breath

His last

Choked to death on his own blood

Never went out like scarface

Know one ever does in the real world

One bag a mandem doing life

Wasting away wanking and worried about their wife

Who's bending her over and giving her the pipe

I don't care who you are 30 years is a bloody long time

In the real world

We have dreams and feelings

When they get crushed that's when we turn into aggresive demons

Never been saying I don't get the aggression

But let's not pretend that we're rebelling

By selling what we are selling and shelling a brothers melon

And kicking each others head in that is what we are defending

In the real world we don't run the road

They run the road

The same people you pay Tax to, shit is cold

You think they won't shot food and make law

This ain't nothing new look up the Opium wars

Spiteful spiral inner city cycle

Deliberately designed to

The question is now

Who's gonna raise Michael