L Jinny - Warm Up Sessions | Текст песни

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[Beat 1]
I'm reaching out to you lord, I know you hear me
I hope you're near me, I can feel the lack of love
I'm stuck behind these castle walls, i'm trying to grab a dove
And I can see the light but can't reach it - i've had enough
Slip on the wrong turf, and they'll grip hammers
It's sticky living with the bandits and the thugs
How you expect me to listen to these self snitch rappers
Last time I stand in court, I didn't stand up for the judge, nah
And i've been runnin' round the block wishing for transitions
Missin' my fam, listen i'm driven by ambition
This is a damn mission, this gift isn't man-given
Still I've been up all week cutting grease until my hands stiffen
I'm back in this room and i'm writing again
I thought I quit, but I only speak my mind through a pen
Unfortunate kids, still I thank Allah at night in my bed
I look at all these children talking how they lighting the sken(?)
Nah
You ain't' never let the 'ting blow
And even if you did, I bet you never caught a body
Sick of all these youtube thugs, (?internet?) syndrome
Stay true to who you are brotha, start talkin' properly
And what you know about six siblings and a mum to feed?
My sister cut the benefits, now i'm the one for peas(?)
And now they wanna send my family back to Egypt
Already feeling sea sick, gotta get them peas quick!
Would you pay attention if I had some more views?
Bitches in the video, chilling in a porsche coupe?
The realest in the game, fuck glistening in chain
Most of us find it perfectly difficult to relate
On top of that the pops is doing life without raman(?)
Gotta keep my calm
Can't ride but that shit hard(?)
It's hard to progress in the future with a damaged past
But still I try to count my blessings and I thank Allah
See none of you'se got no reason to be out and hustle
But still they jump on tracks and try to talk 'bout struggle
But they just struggle to go clubbin' on the weekend
Then they back in mummy's comfort for when the week ends
Haaa, It's kinda funny thoe'
Always complaining about getting snaked for the money yo
But they won't hesitate to do the same in that position
It's just the sewage for the rats, and the rats called provision(?)
When times where we were young, times were different
? Passed the point of getting drunk
Ain't no food up in the kitchen but, mum is full of drugs
Kind of wishing on a miracle, wishing how to buzz
I remember listening to B.E.P now where's the love?
I find better chance to find it in a rhythym of a slug
When we worshiping a lavished life, not willing to give it up
Life's a bitch, never kiss it, look at all the kids who sucked
Now I wonder, would they miss me when i'm wrapped in a box?
Would they dedicate a spliff that drew back to the blocks
Same place we kept the "Smith &" hidden wrapped in a sock
Would they all my recite my lyrics while they rap to the top?
Tell 'em

[BEAT 2]
You have a take on my life, yeah save me living in drama
They ask me why my life's messed, I answer this to karma
They never offer right help until I cause disaster
My life's hell, my brothers let the ice melt, the nines belt
Welcome to the london city, gritty, blocks where crimes dwell
Snitches singing sly tales
Half the brothers hate the 'hood
The others trapped in tight cells
You duck the clap I'm right jel
I'm stuck in rap till mum's glad my rhymes sell i'm running mad
And I can see the distance all the plastic faces
And ever since I got off meth, I've witnessed drastic changes
Bitter sick, this track amazes
Grips and sticks like masturbators
Hitting spliffs intact with nature
Written scripts attracting haters
Flipping bricks and stacking paper
Mission is ??
Spitting sick, I rap in cages(?)
Liv

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