Intro (We Live Here)

[Verse]

I was out there serving

By myself, no workers

If a man gives [?]

That man deserves to get murdered

We don't do them tings 'round here

We don't rate those antics

Cause a racket when I let them packs go

I serve man like Sampras

I weren't the worst yute on the ends

There were man tryna murder their friends

Man go jail if a phone tapped

Come home in the same line, start working again

The worst yute never makes it

I don't make money doing bait shit

I made p, made it out, got a masters

'Cause I knew this country would hate it

Yeah, nah, they hatin', they hatin'

Thought I'd be in'n'out of the station

Strong black man in the making

Hated by the place I was made in

This country is finished, but they're proud to be British

Who are they kidding?

Price of life is on the rise

And this country is making a killing

The stress of selling gets old

Can't get a good nights sleep on road

Trying to keep free and alive

Sometimes gotta do ten toes

I saw friends go mad, saw friends mow stones

I saw friends leave home and just lose it

Where they are, man, nobody knows

This place I know and I'm so through with

Yeah, I miss Juice, man, I hope he's alive

I saw him coping to survive

Darren said he went missing one day

Hoping the tears go unnoticed in my eyes

I'm not supposed to cry, it's all part and parcel

Growing up in a place like this

You either get stuck here

Or you pass through courts

[?] road was hell for a dark yute

Black bastard when did it start?

Calling me names, run home and ask

Seven years old, 'mum what's nigga?'

Superman pants changing from a bath

Wayne called me that outside of his yard

And his big brother Tom just laughed

Yeah his big brother Tom just laughed

But we live here too man, don't they know that

The names they called us then we'd soon own that

Labels they put on us, we'd soon outgrow that

Mum said the best revenge is success

So I guess I'm getting my own back

Come a long way from asking to make a call

Then tell you you're not getting your phone back

Come a long way from snow in the summer

But I've still got a long way to go, I know that

I was suffering then, still suffering now

Scuffling then, still scuffling now

Saw my friend get stabbed. Late night, summer

Anxiety I still suffer with crowds

From a place unknown

Why you still living there?

He killed prostitutes and I was living there

Vulnerable girls like ducks that were sitting there

In the space of a month, five went missing there

And I sold what they risking life for

I still have nightmares of things that I saw

I was out in the cold turned away by friends that I wouldn't think twice to die for

Big J let me sleep in his spare room

He passed away and I couldn't cry more

Now the little girl that named this album is the only thing that I'd give my life for

We live here