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letra de a rose that grew from the concrete - db!

(verse 1: db)
all my mates get high enough that they could k!ll themselves
alcohol, cough syrup and pills as well
and it k!lls me to see them like this i was the same, used to fiend for hits
three months homeless on the floor i was thinking f-ck sleep, i just need a pip
thank f-ck that i cleaned up
i wanna see my mates succeed like we used to always dream of
sick of sipping out of lean cups
sick of slinging bricks to all these tweaked c-nts i’d rather eat one
without my meds, i’m a mean c-nt
i can’t help it, i’m f-cked for life
you ain’t seen the things that i’ve seen, bros
thеy either too putrid or red hot to spеak of
i don’t need help, i don’t need a doc i go see the plug when i need a bot
chopping buds by the cork cause i need a lot
man on a mission when i’m fiendin’ rock
tell myself that i need to stop
time is money, i don’t need a clock
stress heaps, i don’t eat a lot
dropping weight like i lost an oz
tryna make money off this rap sh-t
cause i can’t hold a job, only time that i use maths is when i’m selling pot, or back when i sold the rock
selling cutters to junkies, told them this sold is to dot
i get nervous and wanna hit legs every time that i see the cops
i got contraband in my pockets, i’m not tryna breach my bond
f-ck going back to a cell that was h-ll, i’d rather just live in peace
she’s my kid, my missus misses me
i still sip the lean i don’t talk a lot, but i listen g
and i’m far from a g*nius, but i’m full of this wisdom, see
fans in love with me, from the tenth of my life that i let them see
if they seen the rest they wouldn’t f-ck with me
tryna get better but life it just f-cks with me
chasing the box, f-ck drugs, guess i changed
these days i just wanna eat, wanna be able to feed my kid
and tell my missus everything’s gonna be all sweet
at least i hope so, i’m a hustler
selling this dope for the notes cause that’s all i know
saved my money tryna buy a home, came up with the house owes
had to learn how to make and earn, selling 28 sticks no ounces though
or 16 ounces instead of a pound
gotta work hard for that extra dough
on the buses and trains moving packs of dough
hope the cops aren’t searching the carriages
cause they find my saddy or my packages
and i’m back in cuffs and it’s back to jail
so i’m moving silence cause i’m not going back to it
i’m still getting stoned, i still choke off the billy’s smoke cause king pack are big
no time for drama, i’m headed for better things
sometimes these drugs really help me think
down to hennessy and get drunk as f-ck
but i don’t really drink, crushing pills on my kitchen sink
my nose is a vacuum, i don’t leave a bit
no matter what drug i’m on, i always need weed with it
i still keep my weed in a plastic bowl
billy raging, always feeding the mix i got plugs, lads, so i’m eats
don’t hit my dms cause i don’t need your sh-t
f-ck outta here, i don’t need no hookups been connected since 16
all my plugs get the good stuff
who the f-ck needs friends i’m the lonely stoner
walking through my hood with my hood up c-nt
sending death threats on private igs come to the gong and i’ll show you what’s good c-nt
i’m not scared of anyone
all these c-nts and they’re tough because they got a gun
bet you can’t use it, just flexing your pitches
me, i got mates that we shoot for fun
when c-nts start arcing up i think, what would skisers do
and then i do the c-nt
honestly, who the f-ck are you to ask
you weren’t around for the struggles
funny how c-nts change when we come up through the mud
purple p-ss from the cough syrup
head f-cked from the other stuff
i hope parole doesn’t test for drugs
if they do then i’m on the run
i get high so i can function
then i take more for fun
heat the plate in the microwave
pour the coke and then snort it up
pour lean like it’s morphine
got me feeling numb
stumbling drunk down the street
what can i say, i’m my mother’s son
i don’t wanna be like her or my dad
every time that i look in the mirror i still see him but
this is a promise to my baby on the way
you will never feel unloved
i’ma do my best to give you everything that i never had
and i’m not gonna lie, i suck at life, but it’s all good
cause your mum’s the reason that i’m still alive
as long as we stick together, then we’ll be alright
i promise you i’ll never have to live this life
i got bigger plans, gonna raise you up to be a better alright
i promise i won’t stop grinding until we live in that better life
trappin tryna get it right
24-7 never sleep and that’s every night
stay aware of these snakes and i know when they telling lies
i get high as f-ck, i keep my head in skies
f-ck for life, punching big billies is my exercise
i keep quitting drugs and then f-cking up
as soon as they’re in my sights
some nights my demons get the best of me
they never leave forever
always come back and then f-ck my nights
look in my eyes you can see the pain
methadone baby surprise i’m not strung out on h
still got addictive ways, chase dragons cause i love the taste
i ain’t slept for days, i’ve been off my face
tryna move this weight, tryna flip these packs
it seems like every time i take 12s forward i end up 5 points back
stay awake for days, going off the rails
losing my mind, tryna chase a win cause i refuse to fail
remember my first court case when they refused my bail
all because i made that dog go and chase his tail
walking around in jail with a shiv in the sole of my shoe
with my cousin we hustling, selling that bupe pay us a hundred or trade us in food
made sure that we was cash, lad
tin foil in the cell, rolling up wicks for the chicken strips
if you know you know, if you don’t then you probably didn’t catch that
free husky means more to me than just a hashtag
free my brother, f-ck the jacks, i’ma keep saying it until he’s back, lad
free ricky too, f-ck the system, it’s twisted, i hate it
how can they lock up a human in cages
taking away all our rights, even the basics
cops and gronks, the laws are from back in the ages
f-cking outdated, and they wonder why we gonna breaking them
they tell us we’ll never be nothing, my school used to tell us we would never be able to afford our own places
so i made up a plate full of weight and started trapping them packets for wages
i’ve been f-cked for life, days that i wanted to die
all this dumb behaviour is me, screaming for a saviour
i don’t pray to god, i stay high as f-ck
probably looking weathered, but i’m ready when rainy days come

- db

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