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Minas
Minas
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Jaya Gordon-Moore
Jaya Gordon-Moore
Songwriter
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Minas
Minas
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Lyrics

A force to be reckoned with now A force to be reckoned with now Something like a golden child A force to be reckoned with now A force to be reckoned with now Something like a golden child I learnt that hate just wont heal me Affirmation makes a real G Bitterness I'm guilty Weed money filthy Grew up in England Where the rich stay wealthy B-town was stealthy Snakes in the grass But the grassroots built me The anger never filled me Schools tried to ditch us The school never killed me Never kept me in the same place Never one to name names Cheap cheese to stay sane With ease I played safe Never played these man games No brother this flames This is real heat Talking from the real streets Loitering to find peace Selling green so high-key It's a shame that the older's just stared Talks at school at sixteen Mentally just not there Lions mane on my head Just hid in my hair Hated all the counsellors Don't act like you care Past 9-5 Where do I go with my despair? Born in the UK but they're telling me to go home Bmxing round the block, pedalling round postcodes Don't want a slice I want the whole loaf Absorb my heat like ozone This curly yute who's unknown Spitting fire with the bros My attire so froze Take whatever life throws From the concrete rose grows Through my highs I found lows They're like Jaya that's true say Smelling like a bouquet Sweeter than soufflé Happy for my homies It doesn't matter who's paid This life is just monopoly Consuming shit subconsciously Anxiety on top of me The higher me won't topple G Sick of half hearted apologies I know I'm an anomaly They try block morality Box it as commodity Can't sell this pure philosophy Will turn your could apostrophe You just couldn't do it Sometimes I can't help them They would've just blew it It's hard to say that out of all my friends I inspire me the most That's not a circle that's a rope A bloodclart noose And when I hit you with the truth Remind you of your hidden roots Don't act like its new news We all got our innate goals I'm no longer here to awake souls Yeah Innate goals I'm no longer here to awake souls A force to be reckoned with now A force to be reckoned with now Something like a golden child A force to be reckoned with now A force to be reckoned with now Something like a golden child
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