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Troubled Man

 

Troubled Man

(альбом: Momentum - 2011)


Council housing, foul surroundings
Its a blood bath and my town is drowning
Some young dargs on the balcony shouting
Where I used to come past with a ounce in my calvins (kleins)
Drugs in my boxers, hiding from the FEDs in the bush
Can't see the dogs but I hear the sound of growling
And now it in, when he found me crouching
Unlucky, story of my life
Every other night me and the authorities collide
And if it wasn't for the warrior inside, I would of lost my bottle when the courier arrived
I don't mind putting shots in my mouth
The hardest thing I've had to swallow is my pride
And I'm a man who wants nothing from no-one
The only thing I'll never win is time
I do wrongs and I'm sorry every time
But where I come from and the minority is deprived
The economy turn and swing to cunts am I right?
All the government ever did is take from us
An obviously we went and respond with crime
And if you know where I'm coming from, show me a sign to acknowledge the grind

I come up hard baby, and that ain't cool
I didn't make it sugar, playing by the rules
I come up hard baby, but now I'm fine
I'm shaking trouble sugar, moving down the line
I come up hard but that's okay
Cause trouble man, don't get in my way
I come up hard, baby

Well paid, self made, and its hard out here for a negro
You don't know a thing if you think the worlds changed
It ain't, its just kept on the D-Low
No-one ever wanted to help slaves and my ancestors blood swells in my veins
Different century, same shit
Chains, whips and slave ships
Get money my brudda, then make sure the aim is to remain rich
So you ain't got to pay shit to the bailiffs
I used to waste money, but now I be saving
For days when rain hits and my roof caves in
It ain't easy to get, but its harder to keep
That's why you ain't shit without maintaining
And I ain't saying mans made it, but soon my bank statements will need translating
I came up hard man never had nating, and I ain't got a made up past
I ain't one of these artists that gotta make up bars
My story's inspirational
Its like knowing 50 used to live in his gran's basement

I come up hard baby, and that ain't cool
I didn't make it sugar, playing by the rules
I come up hard baby, but now I'm fine
I'm shaking trouble sugar, moving down the line
I come up hard but that's okay
Cause trouble man, don't get in my way
I come up hard, baby

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