Muslim Belal - Block Writers Freestyle lyrics
[Muslim Belal - Block Writers Freestyle lyrics]
Here we go feels old school listen
Yo, yo
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
Yo, yo
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