My Life - Smasher, Klashnekoff, Jade Chloe

I pray to God to keep me sane;

Blaze the herb, ease the pain

Take some time, breath again

We need a change

Instead of blottin' B again

A circle of deceit again, circle of deceit

Where man’ll merk you off your feet

Never to make it past 33

Flip the triple 6 and you can see it’s an emergency

Hurting me internally

Burning me like 3rd degree murder

In paradise and all I’ve got is my Firma team

Yeh, and these are deep days with inner city decay

Where you could get your feet raised on any given week day

When we rave, we blaze

Swimming in linen, and rhythms spinning no replay

But we don’t want no beef mate

Spray up this pussyclaat place like CK

Yeh, blud it’s E8, E5th ride or die duck of dive, still life fuck the 50

Yeh, cause this is my life, jankrow drive-bys high-rise estates

Doors with iron gates, brers with iron face

With eyes on them waste, with their eyes on the place

Yeh, and this is our life, jankrow drive-bys high-rise estates

Doors with iron gates, brers with iron face

With eyes on them waste, with their eyes on your papes

Yeh, but still we’re on the paper chase

Looking for the pagan’s face

Many thing I take in place

Many nights I laid awake

Knowing that danger waits with fate

Outside my gate

Brave friends with smiley face

Man who sliver like slimey snakes

Chat a bag of poop to my face but behind me hate

Bhudda man it’s time to make moves like a black Moses

More than the eyes and case

Till our people rise again

Yeh And this one’s for my cold D’s who roll deep

Hold heat, roam street with no sleep

Yeh, shit is so deep

Shit heads OD found dead up in Old Street

Old folk so weak so broke

So pissed, broke lift

Kids cotch on top of stairs and smoke spliff, smoke 'til they’re roasted

Pull out the Dragon Star and toast to the ghosted, those we lost, closest