10 - 13 Lyrics

I pray my lil bros fixes up and leaves the road side

On two feet than being stretchered off with closed eyes

If you know you know I really was on the road side

Hitting licks even though I knew mummy wouldn't co-sign

Daddy weren't there but I can't blame him

Cause if two became one how then can you be on different pages

Minds pacing like I'm in the races

Now I've got to pick a side cause they fell out of engagement

And the block was hot cause the Mandem had no license for the pop up shops

Was a likkle yute still was getting stopped a lot

Couldn't lose the food disposophobia had me plug it off

Gang life Mandem didn't have 9-lives

Lost friends predominantly to jail and knife crime

Slip up no I had mine get caught man they gurn try

Give me death though life and death man they live side by side

But they want us to kill ourselves

Yea the best way you can destroy a people

You take away their ability to reproduces themselves

Who is it that's dying out here on theses streets every night

Y'all

Yea

Young brothers like yourselves

What am I supposed to do

A fool roll up Tryna smoke me

Ama shoot the M***********

If he don't kill me first

Yo from age 10 I been involved in the trap wave

12am in shearwater court watching Marlies slang cane

Satdays would hit up Greenwich to rob sometimes Malls came

Mad games running up in Greggs food out the microwave

Age 12 got caught up in the ride outs

20 man on bikes we were doing up Tour d Italia

Same year all changed when Adam got killed

The night before I was on the block with him

Never saw it coming

Bunked off school the next day bopping past the block

To ambulance on the estate

Helicopter flew in block was covered in red tape

They killed him on the stair case

It breaks my heart to think cause of him I got on the air waves

Damn after that the man the ends changed

All became enemies like flip no more best mates

On top of that mommy moved us to where she felt safe

Ended up in Charlton SE7 on the red wave

Its Nath

Doing exactly what they want you to do

You have to think young brother

About your future

Throw it back to SMA seeing man from the estate

Getting gassed thinking like rah we going to celebrate

Thinking nothings changed

Cause me bro I still got love for them

But their feelings weren't the same

Cause I was now on a cherry wave

Them man had many faces

I became the kid with many pagans

Most days in school I was a bull I spent it raging

Getting into fights that was my way of escaping

Though I knew the reason but for mum no explanation

Got kicked out by age 13 was in the slammer

Got caught with my Flicky like I'm abracadabra

And man I had to man up first test of my character

Said to myself feedback on road can't be they manhandled ya

Few weeks later came out thankful to my speaker

But now I'm ina Carehome living like Tracy Beaker

And it could've been deeper they try put me up in foster care

But how could I play family with someone who's blood I didn't share

I never was a pagan always showed love never hatred

Mommy brought me up right enticed by the paper

Enticed by the life my cousins lived on the strip

Money cars clothes everything

The lifestyle looked lit