Painting the City

[Intro] When I was younger, there was no such thing as the present Time just flew by Always moving to the next thing, always moving frwrd And now it seems like the stars are finally aligning in my favour But all I can do is look back [Verse 1] Cannisters concealed in my back pack; Early evenings, hopping the barriers where them tracks at Snapbacking dusty but I never could lack swag Back before the cannabis was part of my rap tracks We used think that London was our property, honestly weren’t no stopping these Wannabe’s, window shopping, then pocketing what we wanted Brave and stupid blended together, I had no concept of consequences Expensive meant steal it, don’t get confronted We were crap at being criminals though; Corrupted minds getting distant from our innocent souls; Fathers left us a while back, we’re missing them role Models, but we never moaned on it, we tried to be so solid, like Romeo Only living the present, gifted with ignorance I’d yet to start wishing my father would fly like Icarus My attitude was liquorice sweet, kick it and sleep In the morning paint the city a different shade and repeat [Verse 2] Skateboard flipping, spray paint dripping Begging for attention on some Ray J tip and We were wreckless, maybe forgiven, given the circumstances -Young, troubled unguided and not concerned with answers [Scratches] [Outro] Only living the present Wishing my father would fly like Icarus Maybe forgiven... In the morning, paint the city a different shade and repeat