All I Got

[Intro]
(Yeah)
Yeah, what?
(Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Mr. Joe Buhdha, Klashnekoff, what?
(Rocky road)
Yeah
(Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, you dun know
(Dedicated to my two sons, to the mandem)
Yo
Check it
(Yeah, you dun know the saga)
Yo, what, yo, yo

[Chorus 1]
All I got in this world is my word and my herb
Spit verse after verse with bruddas bending like kerbs
Who spend a third of what they earn on some draws, some herbs
Wars fought over turf, lives lost over pieces of dirt
Heed my words, they're like healing herbs
But bitter like cerasee when youths held in custody
TBH, GBH, there's no escape
When you're trapped on an estate
With the ghetto mind-state

[Verse 1]
I traipse the landscape
With a heart full of hate
My fate shape twist and a trailer load of dubplate
Feeling like Bucky Ranks, forced to retaliate
The fake try replicate but die by the stake
Fassio bruddas prepared to die for the papes
All I need is my peeps, my son and my eigths
That's like seven steps away from heaven
Can you imagine like John Lennon
Catching your own fish and growing your own melon as the sun beckons
Me and my son watch the sun setting
Still the feeling in my heart is unsettling
I'm stalked by reality and haunted by depression as these lessons manifest

[Chorus 2]
All I got in this world is my son and my words
Spit verse after verse with bruddas bending like kerbs
Who spend a third of what they earn on some draws, some herbs
Wars fought over turf, lives lost over pieces of dirt
Heed my words, they're like healing herbs
But bitter like cerasee when youths held in custody
TBH, GBH, there's no escape
When you're trapped on an estate
With the ghetto mind-state

[Verse 2]
It's not a joke anymore
Told you before, I keep a chete by the door, by law, that's not a metaphor
It's martial law
Snake vs. eagle claw
Feds burst through your door
You're sworn to keep the locked jaw
Held three to four, now you're jailing on tour
Carving your name insides of cell walls
Cold eats, AWOL
Your screw bussin balls
Frustrated bruddas bussin shots for the cause
As the cameras record what occurred on the mission
Shotting pulp fiction
Screwfaced fellas is cursed with blurred vision
Through simple words your whole life could be missing
It's action, reaction
Reload the ammo to obtain satisfaction
Surround sounds clash like Sir Coxsone and Saxon
Zs in every section
Everything will be revealed with reflection
In guns some trust
But trust's a blind man's weapon
In times of warfare, I show no discretion
It's depressing
I toke on the resin, blow the smoke into the heavens
Surrounded by the natural essence
Kids with weapons, the parents need protecting
(It's not a joke blud overstand)
Yo, by any means be ever ready to defend
Yo, overstand blud
Yo, yo, yo

[Chorus 3]
All I got in this world is my son and my words
Spit verse after verse with bruddas bending like kerbs
Who spend a third of what they earn on some draws, some herbs
Wars fought over turf, lives lost over pieces of dirt
Heed my words, they're like healing herbs
But bitter like cerasee when youths held in custody
TBH, GBH, there's no escape
When you're trapped on an estate
With the ghetto mind-state

[Outro]
It's not a joke mate