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letra de fire in the booth - jordan (uk)

[part i]

[verse 1]
the system k!lled my daddy, i won’t ever let it k!ll me
left my mum a widow, seven kids, she’s a real g
she’s a real g, the system k!lled my daddy, i won’t ever let it k!ll me
never got to raise me, i grew up in the bin, i grew up on a wing
visits every week, you’d always bring something in
weed and burners wrapped in cling
you’ve always been my queen, taught me i’m a king
writing that bar i got goosebumps on my skin
it’s been nine christmases that you didn’t have your kid
always blame yourself for the sh-t that i did
sorry for еverything mum, i love you to bits
catherinе mccann, the best mum that ever lived
we’re mccanns and we’re hated, no man, seven kids
mum you’ve done amazing
come a long way from chedworth crescent, sharing trainers
armed police would raid us
guns and tasers, that’s why i f-cking hate ’em
fifty interviews, i never spoke in the station
before i made a statement the pope will turn asian
yeah my mum’s an angel but she raised satan
f-ck the gmp bacon, put my mum in the papers on front pages
talking bout shootings, she can’t walk without aching
bro that’s why i’m fuming
cause the 5-0 nicked my mum for some shootings
a fifty-three year old woman, are you stupid?
tryna get to me, that’s my queen, i went ruthless
sent out shooters, paid for their treys and their supras
but i never paid for no shooting
[break]
the system k!lled my daddy, i won’t ever let it k!ll me
left my mum a widow, seven kids, she’s a real g
she’s a real g, the system k!lled my daddy

[verse 2]
the hardest time for me was preston jail, that sent me mad
every time i got blazed and closed my eyes i’d see my dad
on the same wing, wondering was this the pad?
but they found him dead, no note for the fam
if i could speak to him now i’d tell him he’s a selfish man
left a woman with seven kids, i told you bout my mam
walking round the wing like you took your last breaths here
a-wing, preston, took your last steps here
came on that sweat box but dadzy never left here
dreamed of getting out but ended up dead here
yo dad would you believe that i actually achieved?
went from shottys to machines
all i know is robbers, thieves, shottas and fiends
how they know h-ll f-cking made me a beast?
i don’t blame you, i hope you rest in peace
i remember that last visit, talking through a screen
remember mum saying you’re dead and dropping to her knees
my mum used to preach about these streets
shouldn’t get in deep with all the stealing and the dealing
birds that i creeped in, robberies i steamed in
nothing personal to them people, i was eating
you should blame them screws for the way that i was treated
nine years of my life fighting for freedom
down the block freezing, i’ve seen real guys turn weakling
segregation beating, at his door screaming
cut his wrist, bleeding
screws told him “shut up before we send a team in”
heart sinks, the next morning found his body leaking
when i say “f-ck the system”, understand the meaning
that was my friend, imagine how i was feeling
[part ii]

[verse]
every night shots firing, salford’s violent
city full of riders, my city’s divided
like northern ireland, at war i’m fighting
whites shooting whites, it’s a crisis
people say salford’s like moss in the nineties
never wanted to be 2pac as a little kid
never wanted to be biggie as a little kid
looked up to guys like dargan and ricky smith
hitting half a mill in l!cks
pretty chicks, biggest whips
salford, we’re the grittiest
used to watch the graft on youtube then go hit the bits
me and ry, mack and suits doing silly sh-t

- jordan uk

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