Storyteller
Listen, staring into thin air, swear I've already been here
Yeah I've got that rizla, wrap that mary-jane is in there
puff puff strong stuff, making all the don's cough
puff puff strong stuff, play the beat, one love
get high, said i wouldn't bun next time
but my red eyes gave it away, she read eyez,
i got read like a book, red like riding hood,
got me para, kinda shook, like the kush, life is good
if you're from it, you're in it, that's how it is
if you're in it, then you're on it, or you wanna get out of it
stuck up in a council crib, dreaming 'bout a mansion
are you even understanding? where's my genie in a lantern
coz i got a couple wishes, stuck up in the mischief
i was shottin with the niggaz while my mother's washing dishes
living in a one room flat, with six people
weighing up that shit that you put in a big needle
i was about grafting, get started when i wake up
rain drops were darkening my grey top
starving so i ate up, went barbers for a shape up
skinny little bitches looking nasty without make-up
obviously i blaze bud, lemon in a zoot
to become a better man, i've done everything i could
but i've still got don's that ain't ever read a book
but they've been in pen, reading every letter feeling good
or they backed out the strap just to get a bredda shook
getting brainwashed by all the older men up in the hood
now they're hungry, hear the rumble in the belly of a crook
hiding weapons in the woods, don't be stepping on their foot
i used to wake up at the crack of dawn, just to give the crack to dawn
lickin' shots at the chicken shop going back an' forth
had to walk through the mad weathers, had to hack the storm
wanted to be sat indoors but i had to bag the draws
proper hot, all the fiends were catting, fucking up my sleeping pattern
shrug it off, it needs to happen
back then, in a crack den, all my p's was stacking
now i'm seen as slacking coz i had to leave the trappin'
i'm a succeeder, not a drug dealer
i used to tell 'em come again like a shop keeper
i still puff reefer, when i butt geefer?
but right now i'm feeling like a lost geezer
ain't living i'm surviving,
sitting in the pitch black listening to silence
this spliff has got me flying, dreaming like i'm somewhere else
sitting on an island coz it gives me some excitement
i'm still digging for the diamonds, tryna find the jackpot,
tryna find myself as well, it's like my soul is padlocked
tryna find a key for it, it's too far to reach for it,
i don't even know myself, just a little piece of it,
maybe i can make it there's a little bit of luck
i been living on the block where it's shitty and it's fucked
i ain't a pitty or a rot, but i'm chilling with the dogs
who be licking off the shots of the wizzle and the bobs?
i ain't proud, i ain't glad, i'm just out where it's mad
i seen ounces of crack turn to outfits and hats
i seen houses and flats turn out into traps
thousands of cats coming round for the smack
but that's life as i seen it, living like a fool with a mind of a genius