I been washing pots

Tryna earn me some dough

I’m broke - guess you already know

It's a joke

Ma hands turning, to soap

I said fuck that wage, I don’t need it

Tell me, what to do? Ya can keep it

I wa never this clean

Puffing green - Since I wa fifthteen

Now I’m stuffing white, in the top of my sock

On a peddle bike

I wa doing them rounds

Picking up shifts

Sell a few spliffs

Scraping for pounds

Doing up bits

For a few quid

If they wanna chat gas

then I’m taking em down

So I moved to the roads an I do what I can

Gotta prove to myself that I am the man

“Don’t move man, ya don’t wanna stunt

I swear down, this shits not a front

I swear down man, I’ll kill ya, cunt!”

Shoot , they ain’t got it like me

Made me a name so I am the G

that’s gangsta

If you woulda said I wa bad, back then

I’da thanked ya

Move on few year, I been low-key

Like literally nobody knows me

But they still know I’m O-C

Sticky like badder

Stuck in my place coulda, shoulda

Think that I’m gunna

Why? cause I need more

Fuck feds I don’t need laws

Just me an my Milwaukee 3-4….

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I been washing rocks

Tryna earn me some dough

All the ends still twerkin for snow

Skinny cats who’d murder for blow

If you know then ya

Sick of these dark nights, bored of the roads

meant to reply, I got four other phones

Get rich or die - poor and alone

I just wanna tour of the globe

One good girl and four other hoes

Cutting off the T, cause I’m bored of my clothes

Bagging up my P, I’m drawing a close

So It’s show time

I need to blow minds

When I jump on a mic and the flow rhymes

It just felt right…

Until I lost sight

“The next part of the story

Is the darkest

I find telling it the hardest

I got clean an I was just starting”

I was rapping - Beats not cling

kept my head down, I wa doin my thing

Until that phone call ring (ring)

“Yo yo” - it’s ma boy

Like from the back in the day

Way, way, before I’d ever met Jay

I say what’s up, what ya sayin?

He said no good fam, on god I’m praying

I said why man, what’s happening?

He said my little bro man they clapped him

But he was a good yute?

Never on some fuck shit

Never like me

So, what we gonna do?

“Yo bro let’s meet, I can’t say more”

I said say less, then bounced for my door

We was at our spot, When he told me

When I switched to the old me

“Get a tool, out the shed”

“Don’t be a fool dont aim for his head”

“Just knock him out, we don’t want him dead”

But it’s hard control when ya see red

We waited for hours outside the op’s door

Masked up, knife tuck, just to ensure

Here’s where it got sticky… about ten past late

He jumped out the whip, walked to his door

I remember the sound of his keys shake

I remember the sound when he met fate

(“You!!”)XXXX

So we clubbed him

Gotta him in the van

I told this cunt “don’t mess with me man!”

“He said I ain’t done nothing!”

My bro said “fuck that! that’s him, we got him!

He kept crying, denying it and coughing

I got vex. Now I regret what I did next

I felt sick when I thought of his bro’s coffin

I saw red and there weren’t no stopping

I stomped on his head on his head

TillI heard popping

Grabbed his neck an thought of my hands washing

He went blue they went red

My boy freaked out and I said “I think he’s dead”

Suddenly it felt like the coldest evening

5 minutes went by, no breathing

I said “we need to dispose of the body”

He said, he ain’t holding it for me

“I just did this for you, you an ya brother

Don’t back out now put him in the cover”

Hopped in the van an we drove by the river

Everytime I pass that place it gives me a shiver

“Look bro it’s the end game, we need to deliver”

I’ve never seen a black man look so white

His face just shook and he said “alright”

So we sunk him, an never spoke of the day

Now my boy, don’t look at me the same way

2 months it was all tight

I’d almost forgot that fateful night..

**New ending**

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I was washing pots

Gotta call from my bro

He said “so there’s something you should know

My brothers killer… they found him

And no he weren’t buried in bay where we drowned him

It was his fault…

He had some bad men around him”

Time stopped, my heart locked then it rushed

This flush of bad chemicals all in one gust

I weren’t policing the ends, I straight up killed this guy off the word of my friend

“He was innocent? ‘FUCK”

“Ya they found the guy now”

“But he didn’t have to die now!”

I can’t hack it

My chest feels like I just ate a whole packet

I’m dusted, more than the yute that we busted

I’m flustered an breaking out in a sweat

Analysed my whole life, all in one sec

“I feel sick..”

we never spoke much since then

I only referred to my pen

Now a few months gone by

I can’t wash this away

I always pray

And repent for that day

When I think back

If there’s anything that I could say, To myself back then

It’s keep washing, washing

I bin washing pots

No matter how much scrub

On my hands I can still see the blood

It hurts more that I did it outta love

When I was tryna be good….

I’ve bin washing pots

Tryna earn me some dough

Thinking back on ya already know

Still broke an got further to go

I see the news and it’s surely joke

A body in the river, the story just broke

Again I felt sick, then started choke