Laid-Back Studios - We Don't Know lyrics

Verse 1; (Clarky) They dont know about the life of being chased by the cops Scared of coming home just in case they changed the locks Ive been; framed for lots, and it; stays in lock Thats why i roam the streets and feel safe by shops See the guys ballied up? fam they my bods I was taught to hold my own cah i was raised by yobs; I was forced to run roads while my olders made the gwop Enraged with my pain; my brains encaged with locks I remember plenty times when id; pray to god To make me see like him; beg to make me brave enough! Cah i hide behind smiles like; 'its my favourite stuff' I am my own man cah im way too fake for love We dont know where we came from? you think we make this up? I been down for too long, so now im raising up! Lifes different these days; they say we've made it tough It was rough growing up so i tell em' 'save it cause!' Hook: Sometimes we go & forget where we came from... & We Don't Know.... (x4) Verse 2: (Monk) If you could see me.... I was standing in this cold street.. I turn around to the sound & I see more police.. Smack-heads, Junkies, Standing in front of me; Thieves! Single Mum's Whos Sons will probably grow to squeeze I see the pain where the pain grows with no ease.. Homeless hope to sleep.. Growing ever weak.. Knowing they gon freeze if they stay in this street.. I used to play in this street.. Put the work in now Im playing with cheats Ever staying with tree's.. Its like they help me breathe when I squeeze what I read cah I see.. Mums of lost sons.. Due to lack of funds.. The kids grab the guns & start letting off *Shot-Shots* Like its crack crumbs... You know they we'rent holding no Shot, Shots when the cops come... You see them at the shop, Sprinting from the blocks Dodge & then it's done... Sprint & run... They say that's how it's done but..... Hook: Sometimes we go & forget where we came from... & We Don't Know.... (x4) Verse 3; (Clarky) The majority of youth today look at us as grown ups When we don't know the best ourselves; we learned from our olders; Thats the ways these things are done; just done what they told us I guess its for the best; a fam of O-Town soldiers! They see me on the roads; beg to stop me in the street Cah they'd drop to their knees to hear me drop on a beat! No compliments please; cah cuzz im not a g; Im just doing me, they're like hold tight C; Money is the motive; i put words where the dough is See me smoking up the scene like green when i roll it Emotions im controlling with a pen check how i wrote this All the hating feels like satan on my shoulder; say im so sh**! Cause i know i put the work in, you'll never catch me hurting You can say we dont know but i know one thing's for certain; That ima make it faster, harder; im smarter than the last kid Spit lyrics till they sink in; got you thinking pure darkness!