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.
Nicely done!
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