Lyrics Christmas Freestyle - Jordan

(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