Verse 1 - Prospect
Well I Was Born In a House, With no Love or feeling
Just a set of brother’s who lived of the dealing
The power was Money, and that’s all they thought off
Not how there Younger brother was going to be brought Up
Caught up in a Chain of Pain Selling cocaine
Never thinking About, Other people’s mind frames
But Fuck Name’s they Got caught by the police
Finally sensed a Bit of Peace Out on the street’s
Don’t care about tales but they Lied To ma Face
Fucked Up how they know I’d die for mates
I knew for too long, that I was wrong
So I had to hold ma Head High, And Be Strong
She always Said, Go out and Live Ya Dreams
But Please Don’t hold ya Breath, Just breath
Just Leave, I could see She was Under Pressure
Her level Of pain Was something I couldn’t measure
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Verse 2 - Fraz
