Tell Me

Give me a 9 & I'll spray man down, coz the rage I feel I've gotta let out
What have I become, I'm so not proud, give me a 9 & I'll blow my brains out
It's so hard, so I gotta lash out, fuck everything, & everyone right now
I've got one more song left in the tank, as far as I'm concerned then I'm going blank
So leave me alone, don't talk to me ever, I've looked many years for a golden feather
Moods all over, like British weather, eyеs are cold, blacked out like nеther
Take me to a different world, gimme one draw, let me go from the earth
Let me run coz I got no worth, don't look at me now, remember me from birth
Don't watch how the shit goes down, I'll do a lifetime for a bullet in a crown
This world's shit, & I see it in brown, like a sea-saw, man's up & then down
I've got no fight left, honesty ting, just waiting for the call & the bullet will ring
Thinking the world is a funny old thing, when I jump from the bridge I won't feel or think
Listen up, it's your name I shout, I see your face cemented in clouds
It's gonna be hard & we're gonna lash out, but you're at peace, & I know that now
I've done my crying, I've done my shit, I'm building that bridge, stick by stick
I've got memories, I'll never forget but don't worry about me, I'm always correct
That's why I really am happy, you're out ya pain, you're out ya misery
& I know you were never unhappy, just sometimes, you could be snappy
So tell me, what's it like up there? Where are you now, are you up in the air?
What's the view like, is it nice out there? Or is it still new, are you unaware
Just letting you know man, you've passed on, you're out ya pain, in reality you won
One life starts, new one undergone, I'll keep spitting, & I will drop bombs
I'll be the man, in the fam no matter what, big up my sister & brother Mark
I'll switch that light on, inside the dark but I can't pretend that it wasn't a shock

I've got a perfect dilemma, coz people always say I won't harm no one
I won't touch fly's I won't do no harm, but it's only right I got a 9 in my palm
Quickfire, man get bunned, I'll bun man down when the beef kicks off
You'll get a surprise, when you see man dash, from the scene of the crime that man got splashed
Back to the trap I gotta dash, looking for the keys to the car, then I rev it up, then crash
That car into the wall, headtop got gashed, run man down I'm equipped with the mash
Got that ting inside the coat pocket, rolling in the dark, try ting & I'll bore it
Stick it straight in, everybody will run, I gotta do this, sorry everyone
When I was a kid I wanted everyone happy, I wanted something I could call mine
A want to be wanted, a little bit of pride, but I lost that then, along with my spine
Screaming loud, in a new gain, looking at my hands hiding all the pain
I'll do that ting till the day I die, identity disorder, man's not fine
Fuck therapy, they're all dickheads, fun enemies, they're all dickheads
Fuck friends, most of them are snakey, when it kicked off, you upped and left me
Supposed to be blood, but I shed too much, you didn't give nothing back in return
I'm going through a lot, but there was not one text, so fuck you you know who you are, I'm vexed
Oldschool dons, you'll know this tune, this is where it started, I had no goons
Didn't have hammers, I didn't have tools, I couldn't even rhyme, or make a tune
Not one of them little snakes did help me, I did it on my own setting waves like a jet-ski
A lot of fake friends, fucked off never helped me, & now, you think it's all cushty?
Na! It's not cushty, dickhead!, who'd you think I am? Some sort of dickhead
Fuck your bars, you're shit, you dickhead, snide little cunts, don't fuck with the airheads!
You fucking dickhead, claimed to be a mate na, fuck you dickhead
That was the last straw, fuck you dickhead
Snakes in the grass, I'll cut that dickhead!