Eyez - Storyteller lyrics

Listen, staring into thin air, swear I've already been here Yeah I've got that rizla, wrap that mary-jane is in there puff puff strong stuff, making all the don's cough puff puff strong stuff, play the beat, one love get high, said i wouldn't bun next time but my red eyes gave it away, she read eyez, i got read like a book, red like riding hood, got me para, kinda shook, like the kush, life is good if you're from it, you're in it, that's how it is if you're in it, then you're on it, or you wanna get out of it stuck up in a council crib, dreaming 'bout a mansion are you even understanding? where's my genie in a lantern coz i got a couple wishes, stuck up in the mischief i was shottin with the n***az while my mother's washing dishes living in a one room flat, with six people weighing up that sh** that you put in a big needle i was about grafting, get started when i wake up rain drops were darkening my grey top starving so i ate up, went barbers for a shape up skinny little b**hes looking nasty without make-up obviously i blaze bud, lemon in a zoot to become a better man, i've done everything i could but i've still got don's that ain't ever read a book but they've been in pen, reading every letter feeling good or they backed out the strap just to get a bredda shook getting brainwashed by all the older men up in the hood now they're hungry, hear the rumble in the belly of a crook hiding weapons in the woods, don't be stepping on their foot i used to wake up at the crack of dawn, just to give the crack to dawn lickin' shots at the chicken shop going back an' forth had to walk through the mad weathers, had to hack the storm wanted to be sat indoors but i had to bag the draws proper hot, all the fiends were catting, f**ing up my sleeping pattern shrug it off, it needs to happen back then, in a crack den, all my p's was stacking now i'm seen as slacking coz i had to leave the trappin' i'm a succeeder, not a drug dealer i used to tell 'em come again like a shop keeper i still puff reefer, when i bu*t geefer? but right now i'm feeling like a lost geezer ain't living i'm surviving, sitting in the pitch black listening to silence this spliff has got me flying, dreaming like i'm somewhere else sitting on an island coz it gives me some excitement i'm still digging for the diamonds, tryna find the jackpot, tryna find myself as well, it's like my soul is padlocked tryna find a key for it, it's too far to reach for it, i don't even know myself, just a little piece of it, maybe i can make it there's a little bit of luck i been living on the block where it's sh**ty and it's f**ed i ain't a pitty or a rot, but i'm chilling with the dogs who be licking off the shots of the wizzle and the bobs? i ain't proud, i ain't glad, i'm just out where it's mad i seen ounces of crack turn to outfits and hats i seen houses and flats turn out into traps thousands of cats coming round for the smack but that's life as i seen it, living like a fool with a mind of a genius