Letras
I didn't like the way my life was going back then
Had a 100 knives stabbed into my back then
Heard you talk a big talk
But that was back then
If you ain't seen the front by now
Get to the back then
Backa days I could've been writing these anthems
Instead I thought about the coin and getting active
Inside my head was so damaged
Need more than aspirin
Aspiring to be the man
But still a trapped kid
Trapped in
We trap trap to get the bands in
Caught up in a mad ting
And end up being passive
Product of the product
We was banging and slamging
Either that or carry on
And see just how the can is
16 looking at six years on the landing
Guess I never knew that God was there
And always had me
Even when they didn't
Felt abandoned by my family
No one there to back me
Now the devil fully had the kid
Flicky in my pocket
And machete in my trouser leg
Did I wanna use it no
Would I if I had to yes
Coming from the dirty south
You can't even trust your friends
Ross and Rachel kinda ting
I need to clear my head
Darg I'm feeling crazier
Alfie took his own life
Michael took his own too
Brudda it's a cold life
Feel it when I'm driving
Getting shivers down my damn spine
Damp eyes
Got me crying
Weeping in my damn ride
I'm a big man now
Surely I should be fine
Even if I'm not
I keep on trying
Yeh that's damn right
You're damn right I'm gonna keep on my ting
Keep on trusting in him
That's my king Elohim
Laid my life down
Now I feel this power within
It's crazy
No one didn't rate me