[INTRO]
[VERSE 1: KLASHNEKOFF]
I pray to God to keep me sane;
Blaze the herb, ease the pain
Take some time, breath again
We need a change
Instead of blottin' B again
A circle of deceit again, circle of deceit
Where man'll merk you off your feet
Never to make it past 33
Flip the triple 6 and you can see it's an emergency
Hurting me internally
Burning me like 3rd degree murder
In paradise and all I've got is my Firma team
Yeh, and these are deep days with inner city decay
Where you could get your feet raised on any given week day
When we rave, we blaze
Swimming in linen, and rhythms spinning no replay
But we don't want no beef mate
Spray up this p**yclaat place like CK
Yeh, blud it's E8, E5th ride or die duck of dive, still life f** the 50
[Hook]
Yeh, cause this is my life, jankrow drive-bys high-rise estates
Doors with iron gates, brers with iron face
With eyes on them waste, with their eyes on the place
Yeh, and this is our life, jankrow drive-bys high-rise estates
Doors with iron gates, brers with iron face
With eyes on them waste, with their eyes on your papes
[VERSE 2: KLASHNEKOFF]
Yeh, but still we're on the paper chase
Looking for the pagan's face
Many thing I take in place
Many nights I laid awake
Knowing that danger waits with fate
Outside my gate
Brave friends with smiley face
Man who sliver like slimey snakes
Chat a bag of poop to my face but behind me hate
Bhudda man it's time to make moves like a black Moses
More than the eyes and case
Till our people rise again
Yeh And this one's for my cold D's who roll deep
Hold heat, roam street with no sleep
Yeh, sh** is so deep
sh** heads OD found dead up in Old Street
Old folk so weak so broke
So pissed, broke lift
Kids cotch on top of stairs and smoke spliff, smoke 'til they're roasted
Pull out the Dragon Star and toast to the ghosted, those we lost, closest
[Hook]
[Interlude]