It’s the dead of icy night,
My pen it glows with pride I’m warm.
I know the moments I chose in life were right, I rest assured.
Betrayal left a, less than perfect, person perilous,
a certain worth of sentiment was burnt to earth
By regiments dispersed:
Friends, girlfriends, family, bredrins,
how many of them did I forget, never regret how I addressed them.
Hurt, but I deflect them words (as I project them)
Allowed them to repent, those who wept,
And then I left them.
I live with honour, I’m the son of a Stephanou.
The decisions that I follow match that of my mum and bapous.
I won’t harm, I’ll disarm you.
Got no garmz, I farm food.
(But Smile all the while, cos I’m entitled to a chance to)
Sitting in the dark,
I’m awaiting the sun rise.
Praying to the lighter and narrating to pass time.
Layin awake-
Lookin at -
Nothing –
- (and im shooka that)
Aching to advance but I can’t dance blind.

Where’s the love in the streets?
I can’t see it and we need it now x3
I’m a brother of peace with broken teeth
But still the need to smile x2

Smoking on the reefa, I’m a believer in peace man.
But, if it’s not a beef, I’m getting harassed by the policeman.
And that’s not the one, slappin the cuffs on for nothin,
when I’m puffin up on a blunt, spreading the love, is that disgusting?
Why cage the bird when all it wants to do is sing?
Why degrade my worth when I’m obviously a king?
Why- why strive to hurt us?
why lie to curse us?
Making me do a bid -
raping me of my wings.
Livin amongst thugs, belittling their siblings.
Tryina stand up but your bitter’n your trippin em.
Vicious’n twisted,
Maliciously killin’em,
I’m wishing them love,
Yes I’m spittin for the little’ns.
Spray for the olive tree.
Stray from monopoly.
Pages of flames but I lay it on the concrete.
Honestly don’t follow me, be the change you wanna see,
but peacefully resistant, it’s our tradition.

Where’s the love in the streets?
I can’t see it and we need it now x3
I’m a brother of peace with broken teeth
But still the need to smile x2

Depressed,un stimulated and mash up,
wrestling death (But never a dagger)
yeeaah cu when I’m vex,
I’m packing a next serrated banter!
That’s a result of lack of
Revolt
Lashin my back up mate!
Nar I’m serious BACK OFF
Im getting urges back off.
Ban anarchy.
But a.n.g.ry.
My thoughts obscene would hack off - and attack on - trust,
topple illuminate catos-
-trophies of loss.
what a lotta back door,
you know to believe, sorrow will leave,
Tomorrows what I spat for!
And still do.
Possessed by my ancestors I would kill you,
Outta respect, a gesture to the ill truth they left us.
So spit it out - Habitat –
“Fam is that a spliff in mauf,
forget all that - listen now,
Come on bruv, swing it raund”
This hand held instrument held me as infant,
I fell at easy at an instant,
So don’t tell me about symptoms!
But i don’t sniff, drop or shoot,
I wanna live to drop this tune,
Got a lot to give
On or off
Intend to follow through.

Where’s the love in the streets?
I can’t see it and we need it now x3
I’m a brother of peace with broken teeth
But still the need to smile x2