living is tough

Living in London is tough no dad barely know my older bruv life can be tough but when you start to blow you can get budged and dropped in a sludge council flats gangs is that really what you've done gcse you could have done instead your walking around with a gun get your head streight before you get done you aren't the only one stuck in this dun-Jun you look to receive drugs and deliver them in London is London all about tea or is it about homelessness youths and beats take your choice i want to end it here but I cant I have to do it for my8 mum gotta walk around with a gun instead of relaxing and having fun I got involved in this now look what I have done 3 murder charges one gun now what am I ever gonna see the sun or am I gonna be stuck in my own dungeon reach out for an sudden joy but what's left in my soul is blood gotta stay in this mud my blood is the only thing on these streets not my bruv yeah he gotta charge too but now its about mum she has gotten ill I feel sorry for what I have done can't beleive this me as young still my whole life look what I have done can I ever be forgivun maybye go to church what's next funerals devorces murders is that what God has sent me here to have done look what I have done a group of younguns try a copy me and blast their own eardrums the sound of that pilgram going to blast that kingdum gotta be done or death will come I'm sorry mum it's too late I gotta leave my scrum to finish of what off have become a monster for some but for others a son that brightens their world an overdone mission turning to dung is the only love these streets are made of blood no crips just sons and guns if I were you I wouldn't start getting done your choice............