English Frank - 100 Bars of Truth 3 lyrics

When people ask me bout my life I just smile and say its all good Knowing deep down all it's ever been is all hood Suicides, homicides, dodging bullets and the judges book I could never glamorize being a crook At age Ten my best friend got took back to Ghana His mum tricked him she said it was a holiday she booked She said he was possessed by the Devil and he was just a crook But I said: he was just a product of the hood In Ninety Six the hood was blitz just little kids To walk to K.F.C and back was like crossing a d**h bridge On Brixton front-line anytime can be crunch time Somerleyton summertime nothing but yellow murder signs My hood never had Deebo but we had Sharky He stabbed a man to d**h repeatedly just for his car keys And got her Majesty's request before IPP's I was a IC1 surrounded by IC3's So what is talking black you racist, ignorant wa*kers When my Mum and Poppa went to work my child-minder was a Rasta So I was listening to Papa before I learned to walk Before I learned to talk I was mumbling along to Ragga I'm just tryna' give you a little piece of my life Before I start to break down how I really feel inside How I really feel that nearly everything we're told is a lie And every time we question anything we're just told to comply We where taught to hate each other watching MTV Cribs Where the wardrobes are bigger than the average mans crib While little man is sitting in his Council flat With a blocked sink, a broke fridge, a strap and 2 O's on tick And he gets nicked off their strip by one of their pigs And sent to one of their jails for selling their crack on one of their sticks We need to stop the animosity we're just acting like kids When will we realise it's not black and white now it's just poor and rich I grew up with street legends that run graveyard shifts Now most are in a graveyard or in a prison yard pissed Yo' what happened to Marlon? do you remember him? I think he's in a mad house because his cousins tortured him What about (redacted?) whats happening with him Don't worry fam' nah you ain't gonna see him You'll remember Roberto that kid you was always with He done a couple big licks and I ain't seen him ever since What about Manic? I know you must still see him He's fallen off fam' he sniffs coke and beats women What about Johnny boy? He must be loving the life that he's living He died in 06 and since then my heads been missing Now I ain't glamourising sh**, I'm an*lysing it Ten stabbings every day is a London statistic Carry on living ya lives See I've been robbed twice in my life by a hoody But thousands of times by a shirt and tie See way pay Tax when were born we'll pay Tax when we die We pay Tax on everything we buy throughout our whole lives And still you don't think twice about buying ice over priced Now you've got blood around ya neck but got no shame in ya eyes I've got another case and could be facing more time inside And all I think about is my son and the look in his eyes When he looks in Daddy's eyes I cry tears inside Then cry more knowing that I could be leaving him behind Fam' I'm losing my mind yea I'm turning insane Knowing that they kidnap little kids and rape them everyday They're putting Fluoride in our water not to stop tooth decay To stop us breathing one day like the chemicals that they sprayed Only certain man will understand certain things that I say I don't rap for the ma**es I'm rapping for the ma**es to be saved They're making disease to spread like plagues who do you think made AIDS? These are the end of our times the end of our days Conquer and divide see history is his story They stole the truth from the wise and replaced it with lies Seek the truth we need to start guiding the youth Teach them about love instead of teaching them about d**, guns and loot; But we still need to strap up cause Revolutions coming soon The one God with Ninety Nine names is inside you Let it guide you cause all of this is here to blind you News twenty fours the modern days sword your being lied to Open up ya eyes remove ya blindfold, how can we invade a country and call them terrorists How can we send our kids to go and fight a war for a country that doesn't even really give a sh*t if they die or they live How could ya hate another man just cause the colour of his skin, its like they stole our thoughts like they taught us to think Underground bases is the FEMA camps The mark of the beast is coming Some babies have already got the chip up under there skin What can we do but learn to love and learn to love everyone else? Because the day we lose love we lose the true meaning of self The true meaning of health, the true meaning of wealth is love Everything else is the devil itself How could we hate each other? k** and steal from one another? Disown our seeds and show no love to our mothers How could we ever expect God to love us If we can't even learn to help and love one another?