Ghetto No More

Honestly, I was on a robbing spree

Ended up in solitary

Came out, started thinking logically

My dargs said the jail house softened me (Possibly)

I was the raw type, so poor I never had a score 5

What else but pure crime

Kicked out of school and still awake before 9

This was before grime

I couldn't spit, I used to try but I was shit then

I used to listen to them jungle tapes

Then when rumble came, I was a target

Just cause I had a humble face

But I never crumbled, ayy, I had my borer

Stick it in the body like it's Flora

Then disappeared like Wizardora

Who woulda thought that I'd become a performer

I left victims in trauma

I was the boy on the front line

Never see me in the corner

Some people tell me I've changed every day

I never sacrificed this much to remain the same

You can take the boy out the ghetto

But you can't take the ghetto out the boy

Ghetto no more, no more

Ghetto no more, no more

I'm taking it back (To where?) Stratford McDonalds

20 Brothers outside, knives, bats and bottles

Scars on my chin, scars on my shins

From being handcuffed, lying flat on the cobble (Pigs)

Usual suspects (Who was?), crew full of roughnecks

Who woulda knew I was destined for musical success

You ever visualised something as beautiful as sunset?

Now ghetto no more's the only suitable subject

I'm just a brother tryna change the game

You, you're just another brother that the game has changed

Day to day, so many people ask me why I've changed my name

They claim it's for the mainstream, how? It remains seen

Let me set the record straight (Go on)

Every step I take they're reminding me I'm ghetto

But the people in the ghetto say ghetto ain't ghetto no more

So I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place

Even I've had enough of me

Some people tell me I've changed every day

I never sacrificed this much to remain the same