Dark Mexican
Legendary Poster
age 7 blood mums is sick doctors say she might not make it thru bodys rejectin da drip
theres nothing left that we can do, blood she made it thru they sent us 2 live out in bordin school a week or 2
this life consists of smakin up boys and sneakin food im on the phone mum can we come home in a week or 2
theres nothing we can do color keeps me beatin dudes 'like oi nigger come here' - 'who u speakin 2'
underneath this anger teachers think theres a descent dude and every once in a while i did smile and knuckle down
and holidays at home were no better my brothers annoyin my mums is stressin cus theres no chedder
but deep in her heart i no she was a go getter, the only time we had some doe was wid da asshole, my fuikin dad dat dick i wish i fukin stabbed
i saw the bruises plus i heard da screams
my uncle got murdered, my aunts got wifed up by some murder teams, them yardies with scars on their faces keep there burners clean, so never tell me in my life that i aint earnt this dream
age 13 shit got excessive the beats got aggressive the truth home i call it abuse
then they sent me out 2 live wid my nan all i cud think about was the trips and the fun at the weekends we had,
thru the new transformers and cinema tickets i couldnt see how much my mum really stood 4 me
when she had me die blood she knew she could, when she was pregnent had me blood she knew that she would,
but when ur young u dont understand what the stress can do,
but now shes gone i finally got the message thru,
16 came done felt plenty pain me and my man dem had hustled and learned plenty game
my mans started shoppin, u should see the golds thats on us, was busin wine bottles, b4 u dickheads even no wat done was,
so fuk the hoes thats on us, we live a secrets society type of code, in this world thats so dishonest,
im seein u demons its more apparent when u seein me eatin,
i can count on one hand my niggas that wana b seein me eatin,
people usually ask me where my flows headin 2 marry road 2 the charts when my album drops blood just make sure u attend da weddin,
theres nothing left that we can do, blood she made it thru they sent us 2 live out in bordin school a week or 2
this life consists of smakin up boys and sneakin food im on the phone mum can we come home in a week or 2
theres nothing we can do color keeps me beatin dudes 'like oi nigger come here' - 'who u speakin 2'
underneath this anger teachers think theres a descent dude and every once in a while i did smile and knuckle down
and holidays at home were no better my brothers annoyin my mums is stressin cus theres no chedder
but deep in her heart i no she was a go getter, the only time we had some doe was wid da asshole, my fuikin dad dat dick i wish i fukin stabbed
i saw the bruises plus i heard da screams
my uncle got murdered, my aunts got wifed up by some murder teams, them yardies with scars on their faces keep there burners clean, so never tell me in my life that i aint earnt this dream
age 13 shit got excessive the beats got aggressive the truth home i call it abuse
then they sent me out 2 live wid my nan all i cud think about was the trips and the fun at the weekends we had,
thru the new transformers and cinema tickets i couldnt see how much my mum really stood 4 me
when she had me die blood she knew she could, when she was pregnent had me blood she knew that she would,
but when ur young u dont understand what the stress can do,
but now shes gone i finally got the message thru,
16 came done felt plenty pain me and my man dem had hustled and learned plenty game
my mans started shoppin, u should see the golds thats on us, was busin wine bottles, b4 u dickheads even no wat done was,
so fuk the hoes thats on us, we live a secrets society type of code, in this world thats so dishonest,
im seein u demons its more apparent when u seein me eatin,
i can count on one hand my niggas that wana b seein me eatin,
people usually ask me where my flows headin 2 marry road 2 the charts when my album drops blood just make sure u attend da weddin,
