Dru Blu - F64 Series 3 Episode 11 lyrics

Have you ever been at the bottom Everybody round you seems to be progressing You feeling you been forgotten Have you ever sat in your bedroom, stressing And praying to a higher spirit to ease you off this depression Have you ever thought this ain't for me The stress is straining me The pain is deep Happy families are only make believe Or am I tired and ga**ed I'm getting tired of rap You'll never see no NY's on my hat Cah this is London the dungeon, home of the truncheons Where most minds are troubled So they need the herbs to function And kids ain't inspired by doctors and lavish mansions Kids be inspired by shotters and gangster rappers But how'd I know this, cah this kid really lives it To me becoming a doctor just isn't realistic But a rapper yeah, I'll have a pop at that No grades needed, just heart and I got a lot of that Oi but real talks, if I tried to make it truly Take a look at my account and tell me how I'd pay for uni Cah my Mum isn't, and my Dad isn't How can they when they ain't got a pot to damn piss in Mum's a nurse, her wage dropped, but her tax risen Anger's got my thoughts corrupted with these mad visions And I be cash driven, poverty motivates him Been in a load of stations and never wrote a statement I been through altacations that left me near to d**h I could be doing years in the bin, feeling really blessed And though my life is hard, I smile you know Cah there's people worser off, so who am I to moan I ain't changed, everything's the same brudah, dial my phone I don't try and laugh, I don't f**ing hide, I march And I don't scream or shout, claim to be the realest out But that darg your with is not your friend if he ain't been your house Never met your family, never seen you cry Careful who you trust cah trust's why a lot of people die Give me a reason why I should give a damn I don't need a gang, all I'm tryna do is feed my fam So brudah, show me paper Give me a second in the light so I can show the majors What the road's created I got the roads debating, I got a load of haters Look I can't teach you how to rap, but I can show you basics First off look at your life, make it relevant Find your flow, get a pen, the rest is heaven sent I'm a wolf surrounded by sheep But I don't get at them, I step with them I use my position here to shepherd them Cah I speak for those, folks in the rain Had love but thrown it away, emotionally drained No choice, got a lot to say, but got no voice Lots of rage, tryna make a living from an honest wage And there's a lot of days The parents feeling guilty Cah they can't afford to take their children on no holidays But they're friends can, the type of sh** to throw a man over the edge Fam, this is our life No beaches, no champs, or first cla** flights Nothing but dirty blocks and dirty star nines Cah we alone here, fresh 64 No pen with me darg, write with my cold tears I don't respect the rapper, rapping about his gold chain I respect the rapper, rapping with the most pain I don't respect the rapper, rapping with the most fame I respect the rapper, trapping in the cold rain Look, I'mma make it happen I'mma dragon so I throw flames Donny Dru Blu, that's a bold name