Christmas Freestyle

(Hand on my heart, yeah, yeah) (Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah) (Oh, ah, oh, ah) As a little kid, I never pictured this That by 25, I'd do 10 Christmases Locked in a cell that fucking stinks of piss Smoke all day, but I'm sick of spliffs The conditions I've been living in are sickening We live in a sec, bro, no quilt, shivering No one sent me dough or come visiting When I try, the others give in It's a little district for hoodlum misfits Little bro is vicious like drugs is addictive My pain is depression, and so cut your wrists, shit 'Round there, there's no Father Christmas, the 501's his fix He ain't asked 'bout his kids It's for the baby, boys For the baby boy, baby boy He aint' seen the seaside He just seen the fiends fight He ain't got to realize Probably won't sleep tonight Parents don't treat him right Seein' people lose their children Brother, this is real life While there's no diamonds Nobody shining This is let alone people barely surviving Skinny white kids might stop driving Sniffing that white shit, can't accept what life is Tell ourselves we're okay, but we're dying Spend money on clothes trying to hide that Fuck life, I've had enough of it Love and friendship's just another myth Realest people start jumping shit Push bullets in clips, and I throw my spit Act like I've never fucking done the prick 'Cause I've been doing faves for a little snitch Come around dead with a shiny watch I just shot a little prick, what time it was But I got into his back I told him, "Slide it off" Every night of my life, bro, trying to cop For all these years In jail, all that time I lost Every time I send shots, cut a life me off And I was riding for what? All my guys doing stuff that's at 16 - 25 inside of a box Remember, we was best mates Sitting in your mom's, used to got blazed Chill in the estate, wait for it to get late Head out, tryin' to get paid Most nights was a dead raise Right in this, I got chest pains Thinkin' when I pushed two shells in a 12-gauge Tryin' to find you rolling 'round LH Look at that, I never got L-played Every time I hear that Tupac track Life goes on, brother, get flashbacks Me and you must stop Robin and Batman When we first caught big bro, remember that grab Ran back to his chain, and snatched that Put you down and said, "Bro, you're a bad man" Then we blew off in a Mini-ass hatchback Three years older, and man, your body giving mad stops Stuff that played in your head, would you have that? Left me for dead on the backtrack Never thought I'd do what I got 'Til I got to him, pulled the knife out his back cutting him He fell to the floor, took a look at him The love's gone now, he took a fucking piss Why the fuck's the Pope all pushing and punish them Just to sleep in the same bed, brother, shit Scouts chicks have her, but she loves it better Stresses me out, man, always gettin' care And even though I'm frightening Make her feel safe when she's with me And she likes it When I get violent, makes her excited Right by my side, my baby girl's riding Told her I don't eat, bitch, I only bang She said she doesn't need a man to hold her hand Last smoke, twenty grand off a Rollie fans And climbs the gold fence, pocket in cans Lock down, fucked it up Now she's back at her mom's Back at the estate getting bangs for grams And she ain't got a kiss tonight She's living life sniffing off the kitchen sink Cocaine give her a vicious mind Out at nine, stopped to graff by the evening Wearing same clothes that I just got release in Ice came, but we seen it When he got stopped, he was on the floor bleeding Bro, you think I'd leave him, think I leave him? Chucked that prick and left the whole house screaming A cop to don't fry that Skim by mondat, back out hungry, dish out for a monker Told him, "I don't give a fuck who your family is" I sent shots through the house with his family in Sittin' in pubs, you'll get racked in functions Why'd you think I'm on gang injunctions? Strapped up in London Screaming out in London Any link that I ever had or hoped to Told 'em where I'd be then I My life's been disgusting, my shotgun's rusted Flickin through my phone book, ain't no one to phone up I ain't feelin' no love, I'm coked 'til we coked up Any time my friends need straps, bro,I got 'em one Anytime I need a strap, can't even get a john But I guess that's how life goes My little bro's nine stone, letting 9's blow Fuck friends, I ain't got time to carry none No one gave me nothing, came home and put my bally on All my friends and my family's gone Dealing with a lot of pain, but I gotta carry on Way before music, boy, I've been repping Paranoid schizophrenic with a big weapon A lot of pain, lot of pain I've been getting Had to the boot out the door, I ain't been letting This time last year was under wings stressing Walked through hell, but I ain't been to heaven Grateful to be free, I got to thank God for this blessing Yo, Happy Christmas, everybody It's been a mad year for everyone So fuck, give youse a present End of year we'll bang Next year, I'm taking over, man I am the hardest, I am the truth Love and respect to everyone