[Verse]

(Yeah, yo)

Small flat, single bed, baby sleeping by her side

Make up messed up and dried, 'cause every single night she cries

And even though she's got two reservoirs behind her eyes

She smiles in the morning when she sees her little man alive

Boyfriend left but she's doing well without him

Two years passed and she stopped thinking 'bout him

Now, what kind of man is that?

Leave his own flesh and bones alone in an abandoned flat

Morning means breakfast and nappies to change

Drop her kid off early 'cause she's going back for her grades

Used to have dreams of acting on stage

But now she just chills and lets the lavender blaze

And how the manuscripts changed in such a short space of time

Last time she saw her pa was in the court facing nine

And it gets me thinking

Without shilling, we're sinking, what is this hell we live in?

Last time I saw my pal he had his elder with him

He said "be thankful of life, we own a debt to women"

Some of my peeps like to sit and learn in lecture buildings

Others are stretched in prison, obsessed with sinning

Trying to live in this savage nation

So I just spit this incantation

What you hear is no fabrication

ELF, yes, this is my incantation

[Outro]

Well, I believe that everyone, no matter their race, creed or colour, should get a piece of the action