Signs In Life

There are lots of signs in life Some that you may not like You could be livin this minute The next minute you're gone away So hold up your hands my brothers And be conscious my sisters And by your works, you will get paid True, you can move food on the street Did a bitta that, got bored of that Didn't move the brown or the crack Use to pick up for the fact I could make more back, break it down to scores an' that Stack to buy out the stores an' that Didn't give a shit about loads of that But I did give a shit about getting locked up Or get boxed up, sentenced you'll get about 4 for that Crap, you ain't so rich now I bet you feel like a prick now Coz where's all your fancy shit now? Where's your whips, kicks and your bits now? Shit, you should have fixed up Fuck drugs, the mic you should have picked up And it was all for the big bucks Now you're sitting in a cell doing sit ups Blud I told you this shit's fucked! The ghetto lifestyle's too much An' if I buss, be proud of me But you can't take it out of me So imma bit stuck But, I got too much to lose now Love my life, and I don't wanna lose out I'm still about, I'm home sweet home In the ends, like I don't wanna move out I'm too bad There are lots of signs in life Some that you may not like You could be livin this minute The next minute you're gone away So hold up your hands my brothers And be conscious my sisters And by your works, you will get paid Look, you can do moves on the street I'd rather spit bars on the beat I'd rather that than lick cars every week But jack is when I strip stars with the heat So I'm solo like the guitars on the beat But this rhyming shit is for me I live this, drink this, eat this, shit this And I've even writ bars in my sleep But I aint on hype, I've had enough phase Ghetto's probably inside, hope he buss case The underground's like road, it's a tough race You can be living this minute, then gone again, like mum you was right And I was wrong again But I'm strong again Still moved on again Ten more lyrics and I writ another song again If I can do it, then you can I'm a true fan Up and coming MC's big up you man The door's open but I aint through man Imma ball through like a queue dan, watch me Ain't gonna let no-one stop me UK I'm gonna break you properly And If you ain't gonna watch me do that, move back Who's that? K-A, ah yuh dat? And I know it's not easy, and I know what you're feeling Just believe me There are lots of signs in life Some that you may not like You could be livin this minute The next minute you're gone away So hold up your hands my brothers And be conscious my sisters And by your works, you will get paid There are lots of signs in life Some that you may not like You could be livin this minute The next minute you're gone away And that's why I don't feel I'm safe, I feel I'm bait But I can't put my skiils to waste 'Cos if you're living by the gun you surely will get blazed I still don't blaze! refuse to smoke my life away Refuse to die before I try then put the mic away This life of K, is just one big hype for praise Right, night, record then start to write okay But I'm just saying, back on hype of Kane But only I'm to blame Today I saw the signs again, and it's got a good look But that's life they say, crime pays And I'll stop crime whenever this grime decides to pay But grime ain't making me meals So I'm picking up a 9 today And spittin' ain't getting me deals But this shit's just getting real There are lots of signs in life Some that you may not like You could be livin this minute The next minute you're gone away So hold up your hands my brothers And be conscious my sisters And by your works, you will get paid (This shit's just getting real) There are lots of signs in life Some that you may not like You could be livin this minute The next minute you're gone away So hold up your hands my brothers And be conscious my sisters And by your works, you will get paid (This shit's just getting real) (This shit's just getting real)