Akala - F64 S3.EP25 lyrics

Michael was another that lived without the love of a mother nor the other Not the story of a brother not using a rubber Father was a militant Rasta back in the early 80′s Licked banks built hood schools so you could learn your babies Of course poser Jag with the chauffeur Also sent paper to the rebel fighters in Angola Cause back then the OG's understood the mission of the system for planting division in the hood Real real soldiers Spirit hustle may be part of living If you did it never spat it in your lyric They was training raising bars martial arts kicking a teddy boys a** taking a scholarly cla** Mind sharp Inspired by the Marleys and Arleys and Panther party's Saw the road as a means to an end for real sh** they starting The movement got devoured You know the system cowards That Rejected anything that's a threat to the power Locked up the militants labeled them schizophrenic Liquid cosh their necks so they could never defend it The rest Never been soldiers Look how they folded Soon as the moneys involved with Crack hit in '86 Lit a spliff with boulders Michael's father was a last of a dying breed Coulda Been the leader that we need but we didn't heed With the entrepeneur mind like SB Our Potential will blossom if it just left be But Pigs k**ed him Not the first won't be the last But he made the news the day the trials starts What a farce tryna charge police even with the footage showing them over his dead body laughing they got released That's when Michaels mother lost it He was just a toddler Sent to live with grandmother too sick to raise him proper By the time granny died mum was an alchoholic And touched the crack too but never recovered from it So care homes for Michael Where he kept getting neglected What becomes of the little boy who gets molested How does he admit it And tell the world about his d**hwish It's easier to play hard and just get arrested Did I mention a genius with maths and science And finally he's got a teacher that is really trying Jane Taylor Half Irish half from Grenada took this little boy & showed him love and saw what he was made of But the years out and primary school is over now he's losing his mother figure again so he's turning colder Cause secondary is never steady, deadly for many Frightened by the height and the fightin ever ready to expell em or dispell em Whatevers in their melon And of course other youts wanna shank em and shell em selling or not Every other day your getting searched When it first happened to Michael You know his pride was hurt But their were many many Felt a violation of his fathers memory Every time he stood their pockets getting emptied But all they found was Algebraic equations that he was blazing He Kept his love for the knowledge dispite his teachers hating But when your school dinners free And you can see Socks bursting out of your shoes What will it be? When your elders say pick up this Q make P It ain't rocket science your a smart kid your aiming for a key Watch how many doors and more legs it opens Promoting the key to ya never tell you about the doors it closes But Michael new the cycle and what it might do He seen enough crashes but he jumped on the bike too Cause love from the olders made his shoulders feel bigger than boulders And most of the things that we do we just wanna be noticed So he hustled harder Leader like his father He ain't a schoolboy no more he's deep in the drama Youngest in the click Quickest with a brick Sickest with the stick Stuck up grown men Rep getting big Down in Bond Street shopping Should of been in Year 11 Living like a spoilt rich kid But even more depressing Where the trigger pressing take you quickly where your destined And quickly you learn that's it's sick and just how quick ya bredrins snake ya For paper and he was no safer Than any other thug with a stick might make ya Touch 21 and he seen enough paper And enough d**h to take ya breath to your maker But Was never that mean couldn't be seen Dealing with pregnant fiends His boy told him the games that dirty Maybe you should leave? Plus he got a queen and she ain't on the hype Ain't impressed by the bullsh** Coulda been the wife But when Mike got shift again sent for another bird Stacey said that's the end and woulda kept her word But her belly started bulging She took the V.O and told him It's still over I ain't raising my yout on the road ting But Michael insisted and listed reasons why it's different He grew up without a dad and swore that his yout would be different Stacey looked into his eyes and saw that he meant business Kissed him and told him she missed but play your positon She got visions of them living when he was out of prison He gave his lines to his boys made it an early Christmas The babys born he named him after his pops But he ain't seen him yet didn't wanna meet him in the box So all they got is pictures Feeling complete without the riches Having all a man really needs a baby and a missus Two weeks from his release with the picture in his hand Another inmate ran up on him with the shank Tried to buss his throat Quick reflex Micheal raised his arm just about managed to protect his neck They fought and wrestled He looked into his eyes And to his surprise He finally managed to recognise Little P He used to take his paper away He swore that he was such a dickhead that he did it bareface If you learn nothing learn any dickhead can k** And everybody bleeds ain't nobody made of steel Little P stuck the shank in Tore apart micheals flesh Michael pissed and sh** on himself and took a breath His last Choked to d**h on his own blood Never went out like scarface Know one ever does in the real world One bag a mandem doing life Wasting away wa*king and worried about their wife Who's bending her over and giving her the pipe I don't care who you are 30 years is a bloody long time In the real world We have dreams and feelings When they get crushed that's when we turn into aggresive demons Never been saying I don't get the aggression But let's not pretend that we're rebelling By selling what we are selling and shelling a brothers melon And kicking each others head in that is what we are defending In the real world we don't run the road They run the road The same people you pay Tax to, sh** is cold You think they won't shot food and make law This ain't nothing new look up the Opium wars Spiteful spiral inner city cycle Deliberately designed to The question is now Who's gonna raise Michael