I wake up, look out tha window, another day grey like a cinder
Tired of London? Tired of life. Decisions made on the blade of a knife.
Pull my hood up, check my swag, brush my shoulder, grab my bag.
Jackie's calling says do it right, the shit is going down tonight.
I reach the high street, my bro's looking shady, 30 strong the boys are rollin'-
deep, no sleep tonight. Game is on but something ain't right.
Glass breaks, we're in no catch, but then my boy lights a fucking match!
Swear that kid is going to hell, why me not him in this fucking cell?
I wake up, look out tha window, another day grey like a cinder
Tired of London? Tired of life. Decisions made on the blade of a knife.
Pull my hood up, check my swag, brush my shoulder, grab my bag.
Jackie's calling says do it right, the shit is going down tonight.
I reach the high street, my bro's looking shady, 30 strong the boys are rollin'-
deep, no sleep tonight. Game is on but something ain't right.
Glass breaks, we're in no catch, but then my boy lights a fucking match!
Swear that kid is going to hell, why me not him in this fucking cell?