All I Got

Lyrics

[Intro] (Yeah) Yeah, what? (Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Mr. Joe Buhdha, Klashnekoff, what? (Rocky road) Yeah (Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, you dun know (Dedicated to my two sons, to the mandem) Yo Check it (Yeah, you dun know the saga) Yo, what, yo, yo [Chorus 1] All I got in this world is my word and my herb Spit verse after verse with bruddas bending like kerbs Who spend a third of what they earn on some draws, some herbs Wars fought over turf, lives lost over pieces of dirt Heed my words, they're like healing herbs But bitter like cerasee when youths held in custody TBH, GBH, there's no escape When you're trapped on an estate with the ghetto mind-state [Verse 1] I traipse the landscape With a heart full of hate My fate shape twist and a trailer load of dubplate Feeling like Bucky Ranks, forced to retaliate The fake try replicate but die by the stake Fassio bruddas prepared to die for the papes All I need is my peeps, my son and my eigths That's like seven steps away from heaven Can you Imagine like John Lennon Catching your own fish and growing your own melon as the sun beckons Me and my son watch the sun setting Still the feeling in my heart is unsettling I'm stalked by reality and haunted by depression as these lessons manifest [Chorus 2] All I got in this world is my son and my words Spit verse after verse with bruddas bending like kerbs Who spend a third of what they earn on some draws, some herbs Wars fought over turf, lives lost over pieces of dirt Heed my words, they're like healing herbs But bitter like cerasee when youths held in custody TBH, GBH, there's no escape When you're trapped on an estate with the ghetto mind-state [Verse 2] It's not a joke anymore, told you before I keep a chete by the door, by law, that's not a metaphor It's martial law, Snake vs. eagle claw Feds burst through your door, you're sworn to keep the locked jaw Held three to four, now you're jailing on tour Carving your name insides of cell walls Cold eats, AWOL, your screw bussin balls Frustrated bruddas bussin shots for the cause As the cameras record what occurred on the mission, shotting pulp fiction Screwfaced fellas is cursed with blurred vision Through simple words your whole life could be missing It's action, reaction Reload the ammo to obtain satisfaction Surround sounds clash like Sir Coxsone and Saxon Zs in every section Everything will be revealed with reflection, in guns some trust But trust's a blind man's weapon In times of warfare, I show no discretion, it's depressing I toke on the resin, blow the smoke into the heavens Surrounded by the natural essence Kids with weapons, the parents need protecting (It's not a joke blud overstand) Yo, by any means be ever ready to defend Yo, overstand blud Yo, yo, yo [Chorus 3] All I got in this world is my son and my words Spit verse after verse with bruddas bending like kerbs Who spend a third of what they earn on some draws, some herbs Wars fought over turf, lives lost over pieces of dirt Heed my words, they're like healing herbs But bitter like cerasee when youths held in custody TBH, GBH, there's no escape When you're trapped on an estate With the ghetto mind-state [Outro] It's not a joke mate