Black The Ripper - I Can't Control it lyrics
Yo 2006 Msm on the bu*tons Goodchild on production Black the ripper slash samson This one is beautiful I can't control it Too much madness going on But keep your head up Look hear what I'm saying Verse 1 I know how it feels to live in a messed up area Where nobody cares for ya Police just stop search and ha**le me That angers me All because stereotypical views put me in a certain category From the way I lace my shoes to the slang I speak Even down to the way my trousers hang off of me My patience runs out daily like my phone battery This worlds full of blasphemy Agony, hate and tragedy Every bar I write has to be Deep and creative like an art gallery A footballer is what I planned to be But that weren't the plan for me After I tasted the greatness of illegal salary I've always got my pen and pad with me With my unpredictable mind these lyrics pop up randomly I'm trying play the cards god handed me Faced by reality Trying not to lose my sanity Chorus How come most violence is black on black Face facts we're trapped In a cycle thats fill with rifles and gats Crack Police chat crap They're raiding the flats cos they know we blaze in the flats A boy got jacked for his chain and his chaps Another boy got stabbed cos of the way that he acts Girls act like slags and wonder why they get called gash Dont ask me to solve it I can't control it Verse 2 Broad daylight jackings oversized hooded jackets Fatal stabbings Welcome to London it all happens Where every teen has a dream of rapping But gets backtracked and starts shooting crack to bring the cash in Jeans sagging He's bragging cos the police nabbed him Got a new phone but the fiends jacked him The streets are attracting more and more youths that wanna be raw Fighting over bullsh** when everyone is poor Single mothers left to raise their baby While the fathers caged like an ape going crazy This world is shady So much pain on my brain I'm only 19 Stuck in hell waiting for god to take me come and save me Im crying and sh** but I'm dying to live High off my spliff Lying to cids Hoping a snitch dont bait up my crib I need more weight on my ribs So Im shooting eighths to the kids I can't control it Chorus Verse 3 I paint lyrical pictures Read biblical scriptures And introduce the bible to cynical n***as Pray while saying jesus please forgive us For feeding the cats and I'm not talking bout whiskers It hurts me when girls are having babies at 13 Its not funny having to rely on your hubby Your eating for two You and the one in your tummy Your hungry But your man is on road still keeping it gully He's acting f**ery Forgetting the truth He's about to have a youth and you're gonna be the mummy He doesn't see it does he All you want is some love trust and money While he's on guns lust and honeys that are attractive Cos until you drop that black kid He'll just see you as a pregnant fat sh** and thats it Its drastic lives have been damaged The streets are attractive You smacked him he teared and left you stranded