ICARUS WAS A YOUT FROM BRIXTON

[Verse 1]

My Marjae knew this brudda through her friend

In the end met in '02

Back when grime was the trend

Immigrant nigga with hopes of starting again

In the nizzy and his name Izzy least let's just pretend

And he was one of the men that would develop a habit

Cigarette fumes because the stress of life couldn't hack it

Knowin' the jakes could spin his yard 'cause he ain't got papers

Then it progressed smokin' weed now he's got papers

Rеup on the low want nobody to judge

Tilson Gardens for thе bud but Mummy clocked the mud

Tried to warn his older sister out of love

That the faith a nitty has ain't the same as the one that comes from above

You see in ends drink and smoke was what we knew

'Cause if you didn't then the ills of life will fuck with you

Reveal a cut or two or maybe even scars

Leave our problems on the ground this shit has got me flying far

Oh, Lard

[Verse 2]

Times past and I'm eleven on the strip and now

There's cats and needle points where the mandem have us a kickabout

On New Park take a break and bop to Happy Shoppers

Seen a couple shottas getting grabbed by more than happy coppers

Hit the Morely's and I seen my Uncle Izzy lookin' iffy

Had a roach on the ear and said he missed me

Truthfully my Marjae said we shouldn't talk

And if I see him on the street look away and keep the—

It's really kinda funny thinkin' retrospect

Because my father was hooked on liquor, he'd take it to the neck

But as long as the addiction is an accepted affliction

Then it's not the same as nitties, that's okay I guess

He needed help but we turned on him like his siblings did

Ain't even care bout the squalor that he was living in

Izzy didn't mind

But there's only so long you can hide what's buildin' up

By just billin' it

[Verse 3]

My Uncle Izzy is a nitty now, mad ting

You'll find him homeless in the city now, mad ting

It's almost funny how quick the vice had grabbed him

Could you imagine that it started from that damn spliff

Psychosis the diagnosis

The family did the best Moses impression

'Cah they split, fam, it's the mad ting

Blood is nothing I can tell by what his fam did

And if I say it I'm the villain, that's the mad ting

I mourn the soul of the dreamer who just wanted to fly

The high that he chases got him crashing and falling from the sky

But this is normalcy in Lambeth so nobody cries

Until it's funerals from hearing that somebody died

How many Izzies in my city boxing demons been labelled a heathen

And never receiving the help that they need

The shottas profit off despair from the hopeless it's peak

Went from survival of the fittest to open with greed

Sticks and stigma in Stockwell got me sticking to faith

The price of being poor is higher than minimum wage

Hardly scared of hell because we've been living in pain

I saw him scrambling for pennies this shit is insane

My uncle Izzy is a nitty now, mad ting

You'll find him homeless in the city now, mad ting

It's almost funny how quick the vice had grabbed him

Could you imagine that it started from that damn spliff