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[Intro] I just think that Is just a, this whole thing is just a reflection of how we are valued as immigrants And I hope that JJ can see us and learn a lot from our experiences Our trials, our tribulations, our joys, our successes And I hope Jermaine goes forward and has many successes of his own in the future Come to me In those open arms is where I wanna be Come to me [Bridge: Wretch 32] Transitional chapter I see my son like my Grammy, and my daughter's my BAFTA I get rewarded every morning with the spirit of grandma Knew life was short, but whеn I saw them bury the Panther, I hit rеcord [Verse: Wretch 32] Let's get it Made my whole family a fortune, I'm Les Dennis Less talking and more presence My girl thinks she don't get enough credit She cried me a river, to get over that bridge, we just went Venice Growing up, I never felt love was precious 'Cause on a scale of one to ten, I'd always come up small measured In the ends keeping up with endeavours When they said the writing's on the wall, that's why we're in the pen sentenced Now my right arm's severed, it's ironic how we're seeing eye to eye But I couldn't tell you where my friend's head is Cah we're deep in the gutter where we'd reach for our mothers But they're working overtime, so there wasn't time to hug us Now the streets we becometh, and now he is my brother But he sends me OT to bring him back a bunch of oners The police tryna cuff us, can I dream? Can I come up? Or is this how I'm designed like my Balenciaga runners? Dat ah me, me a shotta, and the beef, it's a utter Nightmare on every street, so I sleep in my puffer With my knife in my jumper, if I gotta cut you to cut through For the bread, then I'll slide through the butter Ah, man, dividing all my profits Got me feeling like I lost it Asking my accountant how my wins become my losses You suffer when you boss it, tryna tweak my outgoings There's a office in my office If the shoe fits, I hope it's polished Try and put your best foot forward cah they're tryna take you off it I'm hopscotching, preferred when dodging bullets was my problem This tax robbing isn't common in the House of Commons With less commas, on my digis weighing up my options I'm a G.O.A.T., but I can't pay my mortgage paying homage Ah, man, tell the higher-ups that I'm planning to go on strike Long division, watching my salary splits divide You got the little man working for the bigger man Then why the middle man get a slice? My conscience is clear, I ain't took a pound, I wasn't due Still it cost a hundred thousand for this panoramic view I'm in sixth gear in the driver's seat, Lewis just hit me privately Told me this a two-man race and he sees the rivalry Every time they see me cross the line, they move the distance The podium don't ever show the bigger picture Every time my hands are on the prize, I get a blister Stitch up, I share my open wounds on my Insta' Ah, man, ah, man, I been an open book just so the world can look You've seen my world crashing down before me When the fed wanted the glory and done my father naughty Here's what it taught me, I had to walk away to walk towards me And my siblings, my uncle goes to war for all the victims Here's the difference, I helped him fight the system through the system I'm all Christian, Rasta, and half-immigrant My brother's keeper, the vessel, I'm articulate Yeah, I hope I made you feel at home Take your shoes off at the door, look through the windows of my soul, and [Outro] Come to me (You should go) In those open arms is where I wanna be Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah