(Ooh, love)

(You put me back together, yeah)

Yo

When you hear these words, it's chopped up parts of my life

You can't dumb down this thing

I've noticed men that don't chill around losers

Are the ones that are winning

Anytime I got run down, I was picking men off

And I come out swinging

I can't put my finger on what I'm feeling, though

But somehow, it's different

I can't say life ain't written

I've had a staring match with death

And I won every time, I could have been written

I've lost friends 'cause they done man wrong

Thank God, every time, He's just trying to reveal them

If you strip man to his core, see, structures weak like a concrete building

Integrity, discipline, heart, fundamentals

I'm one front of the mental, straight to the money, I'm not here to mingle

English boy, man used to collect thimbles

I've seen things that make your skin tingle

I've seen things with hollow cheeks look just like the guy who killed Mace Windu

I was 15 when he took my bro, that's my guy, my brother

Had me thinking, "Is God real?"

He was just leaving Jemma

How does that make sense?

What kind of God is God when babies die?

How does that make sense?

And there's people stressing in the West

But they got pushed to the West, now they can't pay rent

Now they're living in debt like Jesus wept

How does that make sense?

And there's dads who abuse their daughters

Tell me how that makes sense?

God put that baby in that wicked man's house

It don't make sense

I guess I still got faith, but it don't make sense, man

Still got faith, though, but it don't make sense

But I suppose not everything in life makes sense

To be honest, a lot of things in my life don't make sense as well, though

Man, when I was one, my pops just left out the house

So long, then, Dad

Then I had a next pops, and his name was Michael

Thought he was my dad

Then I turned three, and he left with no goodbyes

So long, then, Dad

My mum said that it's not my fault, I was too young to understand

Then I had a next stepdad, he was old school

Very military man

When I was nine, he used to smack me about like a punching bag

Then when I was ten, I was in school on violence, fucked up bad

By the time I was 13, I was an angry lad doing snatch and grabs

By the time I was 14, I had the police at my door, I drove my mum mad

And she left my stepdad, but it was way too late, man, the damage was done

Like, "You were my rock, how could you let a next man come damage your son?"

I was a kid so full of light, and it made me emotionless

And the maddest thing is, we didn't need no one, man

We didn't need no one, I had enough strength for the both of us, yeah

And you had enough strength for the both of us, that's what smacks it, man

Both of us

When I was 16, I got kicked out, it was homelessness

I was on sofas, I was on floors

I was on a night bus, but I had nowhere to go, just sleeping, man, it was sore

But I never complained, why, what for?

All of it built me, it's part of my core

So man hit rock bottom, pick up the bottle

Or they even pick up a draw

I just picked myself up more

I think deep down, I've always known what the powers that be really had in store

Now to my wife to the Dior store

Take my mum to the Chanel store

"Mum, remember, we used to be poor?" Shh

I swear, man, I didn't speak to my mum for years and years, man

I swear that I felt like a whole part of me was missing

Like I was broken, and I was angry inside all the time, and then

Things, we, we rekindled, and I was put back together

Me and my mum didn't talk for years

My shell got thicker, I held back tears

Missing the days when I used to misbehave and she'd make me sit on the stairs

My story's not like theirs, it goes back years and years and years

Everyone's got pain, but who cares?

So many mistakes, too many mares

Look in my eyes, I ain't like these bears, I got

All of the drip they got, the kettles, the money

But when it comes to the difference, me? Psh

I just don't care

How could I be infatuated by what a man's got or what a man wear?

I've heard things in the grapevine, man wanna scheme on me, I'll just drop a man there, psh

(Ooh, love)

(You put me back together)