I was out there serving, by myself no workers

If a man gives minors boodge, that man deserves to get murdered

We don’t do them tings round here,

We don’t rate those antics

Cause a racket when I let them packs go,

I serve man like Sampras

I weren’t the worst yout on the ends

There were man tryna murder their friends

Man go jail off a phone tap, come home and the same line start working again

The worst yout never makes it

I don’t make money doin bait shit

I made p, made it out and got a masters

Cos I knew this country would hate it

Yeh, nah, they’re hating, they’re hating,

Thought I’d be in and out of the station

Strong Black man in the making

Hated by the place I was made in

This country’s finished, but they’re proud to be British.

Who they kidding?

Price of life is on the rise

And this country’s making a killing

The stress of selling gets old

Can’t get a good nights sleep on road

Tryna keep free and alive

Sometimes gotta do 10 toes

I saw friends go mad, I saw friends smoke stones

I saw friends leave home and just lose it

Where they are man nobody knows

This place unknown I’m so through with

I miss Juice, man I hope he’s alive

I saw him coping to survive

Darren said he went missing one day

Hopping the tears go unnoticed in my eyes

I’m not supposed to cry, It’s all part and parcel

Growing up in a place like this,

You either get stuck here or you pass through

Coltsfoot road was hell for a dark yout

Black bastard when did it start

Calling me names, run home and ask.

7 years old “mum what’s ****?”

Superman pants changing for my bath

Wayne called me that outside his yard

And his big brother Tom just laughed

Yeh his big brother Tom just laughed

But we live here too man, don’t they know that,

The names that they called us then we’d soon own that

Labels they put on us we’d out grow that

Mum said the best revenge is success

So I guess I’m getting my own back

Come a long way from asking to make a call then tell you your not getting your phone back

Come a long way from snow in the summer but I still got a long way to go I know that

I was suffering then, still suffering now,

Scuffling then, still scuffling now

I saw my friend get stabbed late night summer,

Anxiety I still suffer with crowds

From a place unknown, why you still living there?

He killed prostitutes when I was living there

Vulnerable girls like ducks they were sitting there

In the space of a month 5 went missing there

And I sold what they’re risking life for

I still have nightmares of things that I saw

I was out in the cold turned away by friends that I wouldn’t think twice to die for

Big jay let me sleep in his spare room

He passed away and I couldn’t cry more

Now the little girl that named this album is the only thing I’d give my life for.

We live here.