What's your name and your date of birth then,
F*** you officer i aint done nothing wrong,
just another youth getting stopped on the regular,
checking, you harassing, don't need to but they question you
thats the kinda thing that i was getting used to,
If it aint the block then the fam will try to move you,
Even in the summer the block is fully dark and cold,
Behind the caravan in the alley weed is sold,
It's hard to take a right step, hard for you to grow,
Hard when your closest bredrin becomes your darakest foe,
Whats appenin here, was there a problem with the midset,
Why's noone ever sayin owt, the street isn't irrelevant,
Your child's on the pavement, nikey kicks & 95 jeans,
Would you want them in a movie, shot on another crime scene,
Or would you want em helpin elders shotin cash for some weed,
Every little message, every word plants the seed,

Hoods up, but you got the whole hood on lock down,
From where your siting, markin every step into town,
Soundin like a badman, gettin bita cash,
If po knock on your door you run ta hide your latest stash,
Is that a kinda life thats appealing to you,
Is a rush the only good feeling for you,
It's getting to head & your loosing all your friends,
& your thinking how your gona find your way in the ends,
cus ur on ya way down and your starting ta blaze,
Looking for a way out, cus you wana change your ways,
When you walk into your death cus ur walking for the gate,
Drive by, no1 sees but the bullet hits your fate,
Everythings over, & thats all you got ta see,
Is that all that wanted you life to ever be.
Our mids are polluted, with lies we eat when they feed us,
has it even happened yet, the day wen they freed us