[Intro]

Mad at them for—

[Verse]

Heaven or hell boy freedom or jail boy

A Nike duffle bag full of shit I could sell for

The high or the low boy just me and my homeboys

Babylon kill us so we made up our own laws

I'm still just a lost soul stood at the cross roads

Innocence lost loads tell by my demeanour

Plenty misdemeanours on the way to find the meaning

I can still hear the dead bodies there screaming

You rather rest dead up or dead broke

Would you rather red shirts or the red notes

I'm a born fucking losеr end quote

I don't blow then I'm dyin' on thе ends bro

Does my father still love his firstborn son

When's a child too young to hold a warm gun

Cursed child from the gutter i was born one

Would you rather never love or mourn one

The young hold stab wounds the old hold The Bible

We see them as our guidance they see us as their rivals

Lookin' at our lives were we cursed upon arrival

Does God hate the youts that turned money to an idol

Devil is a lie my childhood was satanic

My daddy lost his mind and my mother didn't plan it

Three heads to one room Kings Avenue we was stranded

The voices in my head tell me I need to leave the planet

My baby probably hates me cah I'm cold and never thinking

It's probably 'cause my Dad abused me whenever he'd drink it

Please don't bell my line with some congratulations

I only hear the sound of misery in adulation

My imperfections chasing like the liquor I was tasting

My death I pray it's hastened it's uneasy conversations

I'm paranoid; I never know which demon that I'm facing

Especially when they wear a smile all up on their faces

The violence they consume 'cah they find it entertaining

Put it down and move on the fuckery we remain in

Lambeth gladiators pay the maddest wager

Imagine going out and thinking they might stab you later

I never was the hardest out

The only things I ever killed my innocence

The jakes were at my Marj's house

Look in my eyes you see the beast that you despise

You can hate my truth but at least its not the lies

Poverty and gang ties robbery and pack lines

All in the damn day of a man's life

Poverty and gang ties robbery and pack lines

All in the damn day of a man's life

Lambeth not LA

We got akhis not eses