Lyrics

[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 fucking mad sluts 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 scum Blazing, playing money up, the same shit 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 dick 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