Pak-Man, TIMBAR - Story From Hell lyrics

It's just another story from Hell
Where the good die young
Most are poor or in jail
It's just another story from Hell
Lot of guns, single mums
Lot of raw on the scales
It's just another story from Hell
In the slums where they want
The bruddas warring as well
It's just another story from Hell
Try relate if you can and
Watch my story unveil

Growing up I was a bright child
But due to my lifestyle went quite wild
I see how it impacts on my family
Bruddas round me either getting stacks
Or they're banging heat
I might just zone out, back to reality
Didn't bring my phone out so
There's no tracking me
You ain't got no plans
You know my set's busy get Lizzy
Turn those grands to fresh strizzys
Dusting round trapping
Yeah you know my S snippy
Your whole gang F with me, it'll get sticky
I ain't no any yout
I seen plenty food before I turned twenty-two
No money for war so why's your clique hyped?
I'ma bun him for sure, fuck a fist fight
Plus this prick washed, he the bitch type
We've got this shit locked like a pitbike

It's just another story from Hell
Where the good die young
Most are poor or in jail
It's just another story from Hell
Lot of guns, single mums
Lot of raw on the scales
It's just another story from Hell
In the slums where they want
The bruddas warring as well
It's just another story from Hell
Try relate if you can and
Watch my story unveil

Kick the door down, I saw a few girls
That was a well move, G we moved well
Chopped up the food and put
The food on the scales
Just another story from Wales
Every grinder's got a story to tell
Some are dead or probably smoking
Or probably sitting in jail
I play the hardest game
That's the hardest pain
I ain't tryna tell you this
For an artist's name
Listen fam I'm burning the cannon
Just another story from Jahanam
I'm loyal to this ting
My brudda got extra days
Just another story from the bin
Rain's still pouring as well
Pain's still pouring as well
But the story shit sells
Just another story from Hell

It's just another story from Hell
Where the good die young
Most are poor or in jail
It's just another story from Hell
Lot of guns, single mums
Lot of raw on the scales
It's just another story from Hell
In the slums where they want
The bruddas warring as well
It's just another story from Hell
Try relate if you can and
Watch my story unveil

It's Timbar and Pak-Man back to back
Man will slap the MAC
Prick you better back your chat
They wanted blacks on blacks
Now bruddas beefing but if I clap the prat
I'll leave his mother weeping
I've had dreams I'm sleeping
I've had dreams I'm beefing
Front line broad day where
Machines are squeezing
I see them on the roads, I see their arse cry
Cause someone on the roads living hard times
I stay bagging up them O's on that hard grind
They say I'm cocky with the flow
Still my dargs shine rest in peace to Tafari
In the dirt with my brudda
Where my heart lies
We live a fast life, it's the story from Hell
From the dark side, still I ask why
Poverty will make them bark nines
And the government start crimes

It's just another story from Hell
Where the good die young
Most are poor or in jail
It's just another story from Hell
Lot of guns, single mums
Lot of raw on the scales
It's just another story from Hell
In the slums where they want
The bruddas warring as well
It's just another story from Hell
Try relate if you can and
Watch my story unveil