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letra de conflict - karl lokko

conflicted
i went from wetting the bed
to them wet dreams, to
i don’t close my eyes no more when there’s s-x scenes
went from a kid, helping mummy bring the bags in
to i’m the man, i’mma bring the bags in
went from the man, on my block to a has-been
you foaming to yasmine, s-x addict to husband
went from broker than a bandage, i can’t even manage
to paying 20-pound [?] for a sandwich
went from “i don’t give a shh”, to “brother, watch your language”
went from “wow, look at that” to “homie, this is standard”
went from rock, paper scissors to monopoly
quant-ty to quality, make believe to loyalty
went from i’ve never flown to i don’t do economy
went from sitting in detention now i sit with royalty
boy was, born with a six pack now it’s arguments with belly
went from hardly any white friends to now i’ve got too many
so now i’m just livin’ life on the tangent
from uptown to downtown, this is random
beans “i feel it in the air” used to be the anthem
parked off on p-ssy blocks, chilling with the mandem
tryna make money off a phone [?]
it’s an iphone now, used to be the samsung
used to rarely cut my hair, like my name was samson
now it’s trims every week, cos your boy is handsome
used to wish death on enemies
now i thank them, cos if they didn’t do me dirty then this wouldn’t happen
used to run around with crews, now they call me captain
i turn pages, gun powder residue, cl-ss a traces
the local pc’s knew me on a, first name basis
now the icons know me on a, first name basis
ascot swag like i’m, going to the races and places where everybody’s …..
i was broken on these council flats smoking week to medicate
no money on the electric key now where i live got an electric gate
them blocks were my kingdom, that throne i had to abdicate
now no judge, can hang me out that magistrate
used to be there every day, i don’t go there anymore
even my closest don’t, recognise me anymore
no need to run the police don’t, exercise me anymore
them sirens wailing don’t, hypnotise me anymore
that silver bmw, just a normal car to me
don’t tell me i’m dressed, like a suspect on a robbery i’m in a turtleneck
years ago, the hoodie lost its novelty
from hoods to private islands got me feeling like an anomaly
from gangs to private members clubs, i am the minority in every room
i’m getting prejudiced, from everybody
used to be like, “yo cuzzy”
now it’s more like “hey buddy”
there i used to make p, here i came and made money
used to owe money
now it’s country homes and old money
come around for supper, used to call it dinner first
got friends with them signet rings, others with no signatures
i’m an african in cambridge with those villagers
i understand these savages, comprehend i did it first
now the only time i’m seeing shooting is in cinemas
had to educate myself, make my own syllabus
and i’m giving thanks to god, i don’t call it universe.\
i was, 12 years, tugging on a woman’s purse
it was, orgies, now i know a woman’s worth
from the, south of the bridge i used to see the worst
now, from the window of a private jet, that is how i see the earth i swear

- karl lokko

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