fauxcroft

I ain’t going to lie to you cuz

I know you well enough,

You’re trying to be the big man

But that’s not how you are fam,

Don’t be what they want you to be

Just to look gangsta on the street,

That’s not who really are

Man you’re giving pretty large,

But you’re a good man cuz

I know for your fam you have love,

But those who you say are your crew

They ain’t really got anytime for you,

They say that they got your back

Until one day when you’re stabbed,

Then they run and leave you for dead

Deny they were with you to the feds,

And cuz the street will be stained with your blood,

And then your really fam they will cry

So do me a favour cuz open your eyes,

It’s not cool this gangsta life

There’s nothing cooling in a postcode knife fight,

You’ll either end up dead or you’ll be in a cell

With vision in your head,

Of that other person you didn’t mean to kill and yet

Their blood will be on your hands,

And then to late you may understand

That’s not how I want to see it go down cuz, because you’re fam.