a five minute job while sittin a studio
 

we were doin a track as i heard it develop i sed i wanna spit a verse on it this was it





Look into my eyes can u tell wot im feelin
U don’t se blood but my inside in bleedin
Cos I walk down the street seein discrimination
Pic up a paper another lifes bin wasted
I aint from the strret but no wot happens at these times
This boy I used 2 hang wid chose a life of crime
This boy name Nathan has 2 show up in court
And my friends cousin stole a car of some sort
I’m pleadin think properly bout the life that you choose
U gain street credibility but man I refuse
To join a generation of criminals in a pen
My boy jus cum out and they want him in agen
Im speakin 2 my peers take my words seriously
Strenthen your talents no need to be a g
Maybe if the government paid us more mind
I think theyed be surprised wid the things that they find
The talent of black communities aint reached their peak
Just remember every body has a chance to speak