Ooooh yeah
Aight, look
What's the meaning of life?
Get rich or die trying, or live medi'
And die
Naturally, gradually, atrophy
Actually, back where we live
Had to dream, getting outta there
Gotta do a mazzalean
Might even have to Bohemian
Rhapsody it, everybody wanna check
You and grab your queen
Get your ches' bored casually, done
Dirty and splash wid bleach, get lead
In your head, escaping unleaded
Gargantuan feat, North West is
Gasolined, for a Patek Phillippe
Man'll jump on you like a trampoline
Gotta bounce, man are starving and
Have to eat, got food in your yard
And slip it might be bon appétit
Any day of the week of the year
Could turn into Halloween, that's
Bruddas at your door wearing
Masks and a bag of sweets, and
Man 'av got rockets in their pockets
Not handkerchiefs and end up in
The newspapers but rarely the
Magazines to capture these, tales
Need more than Bayeux Tapestries
These brudda's rap the streets but
Their POV fantasies, I got allergies to
Them Ali G's, wearing ballys chatting
Greaze, air to my ears, cah their
Chatting breeze, used to buy kebabs
Down at Ali B's then stopped cos
Of manor beefs cos Dan going KFC
Sadly ended in tragedy, that's why
I go Comptoir and grab a tagine, a
Barbeque ribs, a shrimp and a mac &
Cheese or stay home season up food
And cook just a gyal and me or go
To my aunts grab a soup a yam and
Dasheen, brudda's like to say it's all
Love that's a fallacy, they'll kill where
You're loved in reality, guaranteed
Contempt bred from familiarity
When you're a Black man like Mallory
That's normality, that's why I keep
Myself to myself, I'm in my shell like a
Langoustine or a lobster, that's
20 years before the films I was doing
Winning Oscars, I didn't need the
Movies to be surrounded by them
Monsters, I didn't need Guy Ritchie
To be surrounded by them mobsters
From NW the same as any other yout'
But conscious, knowing I was lucky
Is weighing heavy on my conscience
'cos where I'm from there's many
Dan Kaluuyas many Tosins, Damsons
In distress just looking for other
Options, could be a John Boyega or a
Damilola, even if you're not involved
The zones involves ya, and it never
Stops when you're older, think it's
Over? (Gunshots)
Let me down easy, give me time, to
Get over you baby
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