WHERE I'M FROM

Crazy talent round me but every time it comes back to the question why's it dem and not us lot

Humble beginnings, spitting at the busstop

In a city where there's a fine line between fireworks and gunshots

Approaching my teens my scenery changed ended up chillin with some trouble makers

But My ethos was love your neighbour

Worked in my favour

Who you become highly determined on the way your father and mother raised ya

Or maybe your mother or just your father

Gotta make goood decisions which would you rather

Cah I don't wanna end up In pen like some ink can't rub that out with no eraser

Im permanently on paper-

Mind fixates the time is late and I'm thinking of the ways I can