Jesus, answer these questions
How come n***as in the hood ain't receiving your blessings?
It's constant stressing
It's our environment that stops us progressing
Are you teaching us a lesson
By putting us in the Ends with bad tension?
Everyone cops a weapon
So when the war's on they got protection
I got to mention
The hara**ment from police is never ending.
What's going on? What's happening?
How is London City a tourist attraction?
Come round the East Side, you'll see some action
My only outlet's the rapping
I stay true to this
Cause if I weren't doing this
I'd probably be jacking
There must be more to life than this
Grow up, get a job, find a wife, have kids
Work hard day and night
Try and get rich
Get old, get sick and die
And that's it. No
There must be more to life than this
Grow up, get a job, find a wife, have kids
Work hard day and night
Try and get rich
Get old, get sick and die
And that's it
Why are we here?
Why do we breathe this air? I don't get it
You might think I'm sad and pathetic
But this topic never gets spoke about
I'm interested
Everyone says they're repping
Without understanding what they're representing
It's time to start asking questions
Cause a lot of subjects go without mention
How come the youth walk with weapons?
And out in the Ends we feel threatened
I've got a short temper but I always remember to keep my cool
Cause your life can change in a matter of seconds
Anger could leave you seeking vengeance
Now you're receiving a sentence
And no-one can help you, not even your parents
There must be more to life than this
Grow up, get a job, find a wife, have kids
Work hard day and night
Try and get rich
Get old, get sick and die
And that's it. No
There must be more to life than this
Grow up, get a job, find a wife, have kids
Work hard day and night
Try and get rich
Get old, get sick and die
And that's it?