[Verse 1]
The sun light shines giving us one life
So why do all these young guys fall into gun crime? Don't believe the hype
Breh's are dying over the bait way they be supplying
The murder rate is rising and it ain't surprising
Everybody strapped up and f*cking mad sl*ts
Pack skunk into mad blunts thumbs filled with black dust
Stuck up in this mind state of paranoia
Heads pack the corners rolling with gats and boras
With a vengeance in big numbers, with bad intentions
Boy-dem drag confessions outta breddas for their crack connections
Heads pack a weapon cus the beefing is standard
Living life I'm feeling like I'm at the center of madness
Where the up and coming gangsters put hot lead through your jacket
Dark blocks and street corners filled with heads making racket
Mentally savage and yet to establish who's gonna be the Dan
Leather bags, [eek and slang, hot?] the strap, and let it clap
Just for making eye contact, actin' [digi?], like you're high on crack
You're shining watch your back or get your diamonds snatched
Staring at the wrong brother's grill might get you killed
Or riding life with no appeal, and that's the life for real
[Hook]
Kids are falling victim to this ghetto mentality
Trading in their life just to get a quick salary
[Verse 2]
See most the young'ns out here don't even live to see 21
Ruthless shooters be getting in clubs with heavy guns
The youth get sucked in and turned into petty sc*m
Blazing, playing money up, the same sh*t in every slum
Male tarts get raped behind jail bars
While the others on the outside hustle and change cars
Golfs and Corsas getting pulled over by the law enforcers
Checking registrations and inside the whip they're shining torches
Times are changing, most of the wars are drug related
And can't delay it, slaves to Masons in higher places
Thugs with gully faces, lurking on pedal bikes
Bursting white, with the feds, organising, attempting bribes
For evidence, whether its homicide or genocide
But living street life nobody wants to testify
Or help them guys them not solving the problem
Mad teenagers walking round with a life on their conscience
Lost young chicks sucking di*k smudging their lipstick
Junkies flipping out for a fix and going ballistic
Plus there's gunners that'll come and pay your mother a visit
Dying to the government, you're just another statistic
[Hook] x2
Kids are falling victim to this ghetto mentality
Trading in their life just to get a quick salary
[Verse 3]
Feds are hungry for the firearms and drug charges
Sparks are lighting up the darkness when the guns are barking
Names are not an issue when a breh just pops the pistol
Label anybody boy-dem if they look official
Nuff of the hustlers be in the kitchen cooking crystal
The crack is cut, they bag it up, and they're back on the grizzle
Shotting their stones through a hole in the door
Of a council estate housing flicking a roach on the floor
Trying to get their hustle on with no respect for the law
Giving a score to a whore to hold the coke in her drawers
At the airport, sprung and trying to defeat fear
Brothers fresh out the bing, I ain't seen you in three years
The single mothers at their son's funeral leak tears
And your own peers could hate you screwing your feetwear
Crazy brothers getting hench, doing time behind the gates
23 hour lock down, feeling like there's no escape
I'm here to prove a point, everyone's a bullet boy
Pimped by the system of dirty judges and crooked [droids?]
Cus I'm addressing everything I have the right to say
Stay real to yourself, don't let them take your mind away
[Hook] x3
Kids are falling victim to this ghetto mentality
Trading in their life just to get a quick salary