Block Writers Freestyle

[Intro]
Here we go
Feels old school listen
Yo, yo

[Verse]
Sitting in the darkness, searching for the bright light
Living in a world where, materials shine bright
What's good looks bad, and what's bad is always glamourised
So we're headed towards a madness, guided towards the crime
Can't afford a pack of crisps, can't afford a pair of Nike
3 of us in a 1 bed, that's how we're sleeping every night
Mum's telling me "behave", shopping there in Kwik Save
No bus fare, walking, and my trainers are talking
I'm 10 years old, I got my first sip of alcohol
Feeling like 2Pac, anyday now I can go
I'm out here on these roads, started billing up pride
Just another ghetto child, all this anger inside
Out here on these streets, started billing up a line
Now I'm in Versace jeans, drugs tucked up inside
Jumping on my Moped, make my way out my estate
Headed towards Acre Lane, link shigon, link shane
Brixton on a summer day, SMS coming out to play
My 109801 license to rave
19 I'm feeling lost, looking down at my cross
Tryna find a purpose, before I catch a headshot
Spend so many years out, in the streets shooting
Allah sent his angels in, to the hood recruiting
And now they call us Muslim Boys, linking up at the mosque
I'm posted on a Friday, Jum'ah, was a must
Same gangster yutes that, were screaming out "Bang bang"
Now they're in the streets and, they're dressed like the Taliban?
Yo, where did all the time go
I remember Caesars there on Streatham High Road
Now I'm like Caesar living out in Egypt
Tryna speak Arabic, living on a deen tip
The realest, they said they expected more
Funny I predicted less
So I'm here content, daughter laying on my chest
My Sumaya made me more happy than paper
So they can get the cake up
I'm chilling in relief
I'd rather live in hut with faith, than a palace with disbelief
I'm just glad I made the break from the cycle of these streets
Now there's angels all around me, and they're writing down my deeds
I know we used to live rowdy, Lord forgive me please
Yeah, it's hard to take responsibility, yeah
Honestly that lifestyle was killing me
Now look at my lifestyle, and everything's amazing
I tell myself everyday, "Brother you're amazing"
I'm looking in my daughter's face, tell her she's amazing
Imma call my mum today, told her she's amazing
It's amazing when look at where we are today
This ain't what they wanted for us
Calling this the chosen way
Yeah I used to go into, church every Sunday
Mum's cooking rice and peas, Dennis Brown, reggae
I'm a typical black boy, typical black household
Walking with my jeans low, faced like I own the road
Yeah before there was no hope, used to make a lot of dough
Ask me about my purpose in this life, said I don't know
Then I started reading, and I'm feeling like Malcolm
It touched me on the inside, I'm looking for a outcome
Brothers are still inside, and they ain't coming out cuz
Now I look at this life, and picture me without one
I'm laying there in my grave, waiting for the next one
And that could be me any day, so I rise up before the Sun
Praying like the believer, the Hour's always meant to be
Allah writ this down for me, this is what was meant for me
And I just left the cemetery, Dawud had a heartache
He was only 33, God now we ain't coming back
Yo mad