MATANGA

I pray that mum ain't watering plants to leave on top of my grave
I seen that happen a lot
I might get dropped off on the estate
Youtdem die, Matanaga days
Outside passing plates
I'm just passing through
Hope that man's not passing way

I try leadin a life that's calmer
Feels like running from karma
All of the shit I did cah my dad had left
And I ain't see father
Theft and PWITS, money immediate
That's what I craved and mastered
The road to death's way faster
Know me I'm Lambeth's bastard
New Park Road, had a few dark bros on bird or road right now
Coulda been brukkin a O right now
Wouldn't be spinnin a flow right now
But a man can't dwell
Hell, just like the ends as well
Bells flying and love gone stale
Any difference I just can't tell
I seen it both
A man got yinged opposite from the station Tulse
Mad seein blood on the spot where you and the bros spent days at most Our CVs far from pristine
16 was calm at 16s
Same time I was teefin'
There was a fuck-off blade on my darg at 15
They say my bars are Sistine
I say my past is prickly
I'm far from pastor's pickney
Me and Ro like Margs and Tricky
Just laugh through trauma strictly
If not then I'm barrin' quickly
Them days on Jeffreys Road explain this load ah darkness in me

I pray that mum ain't watering plants to leave on top of my grave
I seen that happen a lot
I might get dropped off on the estate
Youtdem die, Matanaga days
Outside passing plates
I'm just passing through
Hope that man's not passing way

Spoke to my darg I know on the block
Said that his dream is to box
Been injured lots
He almost stopped
But felt it was sent by God
He said to dream is to work till you drop
And makin' it work when you feel its not
Made me think for a sec 'bout times that I nearly gave up on music drops Cah really I'm still just the anxious yout
That seen his pops in a psych ward
Man hear my tunes don't hear my pain
The fuck am I still on mic for
The roses bloom and outlive
All of the dreams that the youts done died for
Can't lie I cry then I write more
Feels like that death's on my door
Every time I leave I feel so trapped in the ends that stole my youth
Please don't judge me
I let you close for hope and now you know my truth
These memories broken, pieces chosen, spittin it out in booths
If I showed my sins to myself as a child
Would he look up to me too

I pray that mum ain't watering plants to leave on top of my grave
I seen that happen a lot
I might get dropped off on the estate
Youtdem die, Matanaga days
Outside passing plates
I'm just passing through
Hope that man's not passing way