Spoken Word

True, it's Nego Hear my pain See, there's certain codes I was raised by And they refused to understand us cause we refused to change our standards My little sister used to question why my room always had packages in it And under my mattress was different I hope they understand what we came from before they judge us, NFA was a one-off so We were in court with the gloves off, never told Mum what we told Dad cause She couldn't understand that what we'd done was to save us Forgive us before you forget us Lead us before you neglect us I guess we raised us in this town, some went jail, some got laid in the ground and Some changed up just to get change in this town They labelled us a unit But we called each other family I heard girls deny they were raised in this place Queens lost their crowns on a block staircase and Bluetooth got me that footage back in Year 8 I ain't saying no names But we were raised here We made heroes out of the olders, then we grew up and realised there was nothing they could show us They used the money to control us, the rep just to hold us I told my brother forget the town, do you and stay focused And forget girls Cause round here they're either someone's little sister or someone's baby mother We've seen skets rebrand and then try to trap their brothers In fact, scrap speaking on this subject When your son comes home with a permission slip for a lesson trip You can't pay the school with a ten of piff What I'm tryna tell you is rep won't pay your bills and the ends won't feed your kids I lost friends to this postcode split The road ting's shit Probably why I ain't involved in it, I'm the good guy but Since '07 guys are still tryna tell me who I can and can't talk to I don't owe this town and I definitely don't owe you Every issue seems to start with P I can't take another RIP My girl always says I never really talk and I don't put how I feel in statuses no more, everything's changed I only put it in the music You hear my pain I had Ash living with me before he went jail, fuck road So I gotta make it before he comes home I need to make it out before Chucks comes home Ignore the views, ignore the buzz I made a living off of what I love Please don't take this as a boast, this is just talk I'm planning a five city tour, I've never been nobody's support act So when you talk bad, remember what I did, what the flip is a diss track? I remember going into overdraft to order a Big Mac Now my only stress is if my girl's present should be gift wrapped I'll give my brother everything even though we don't look alike Tell my little sister we're five shows from leaving the hood behind Even though I failed English Literature in school, it doesn't bother me Cause now they study my poems in anthologies Hear my pain, True